WHAT WIND,WHAT IRONIC WIND
BLOWS YOU TO MY DOOR
IN THIS RAINY
CALIFORNIA WEATHER?
SIT DOWN WITH ME
BY THE FIRE --
LET`S UNTANGLE
THE YEARS TOGETHER.
KISSES AND MISHAPS,
THAT SUMMER
ON THE COSTA DEL NOWHERE --
CROSSTOWN AND DOWNTOWN,
THE TWO OF US
IN SEPARATE TAXIS
GOING SOMEWHERE.
MAYBE THE MOON
IS IN CONJUCTION
WITH SOME WANDERING PLANET.
THE TIMING OF YOUR VISIT`S
JUST AWFUL BUT EXQUISITE.
DON`T ASK ME TO EXPLAIN.
YOUR VOICE WARMS LIKE BRANDY,
POUR ME A SNIFTER.
IT`S BEEN AGES,
OLD STRANGER,
SINCE I`VE HEARD
YOUR LAUGHTER.
LEAVE THOSE REGRETS
AT THE DOOR.
KISSES AND MISHAPS,
THAT SUMMER
ON THE COSTA DEL NOWHERE --
MY TOWN AND YOUR TOWN,
THE TWO OF US
GOING SOMEWHERE --
OR ARE WE GOING
TO THE COSTA DEL NOWHERE?