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