#104 ONE YEAR, ONE DAY, ONE HOUR
#104 ONE YEAR, ONE DAY, ONE HOUR
(Americana)
I'm old now, and I move slowly,
But still shuffle 'round the park.
Most days I get there by late morning,
And stay until just before dark.
There's only one place I'm bound,
Was her favorite place, years later still mine.
Walk past the junipers and the fountain,
And there's that brass tower, still keeping time.
Some loves last a lifetime,
Others end well before.
All the time I ever got
To spend with the girl I adored.
One year, one day, one hour,
And not one moment more.
Saw her first -- four fourteen, June afternoon
Red silk scarf, walking by the clock tower.
Surrounded by an ocean of tulips and roses,
Only saw her, not one blooming flower.
Hopped off the bench, angled to meet her, then tripped.
Fell right by the cart selling lemon sorbet.
Raised both arms, called out "My treat!" And she laughed.
Wrinkled her brow, but then headed my way.
Some loves last a lifetime,
Mine ended well before.
All the time I ever got
To spend with the girl I adored.
One year, one day, one hour,
And not one moment more.
Day three sixty six, once again at the park,
Warm June early evening, hours until dark.
Our bench, shared chocolate bar
-- gave her the last square,
She kissed my hand, I said
"Your favorite -- only fair!"
She said "Know what's funny?
We never see them mow."
Then just smiled and slumped
sideways -- gentle and slow
Your love might have lasted a lifetime,
Mine ended a long time before.
All the moments I ever got
To spend with the girl I adored.
One year, one day, one hour,
Should have been greedy, asked the heavens for more.
We met by the clock, she died by the clock.
I'll visit our bench as long as I can walk.
Eat sorbet when they're serving,
watch the fading dayglow,
Then I get to come back to the park tomorrow.