Daily things fall off like water
Falling down like summer rain;
We see each other in confusion;
Wonder why we came today
Sittin' lonely in our prison
Lookin' out for ways to sail;
What we'd be without confusion
In our less uncommon way
Through your hair across my eyes
The twilight shafts in soft surprise;
Reminds me once again how nice
It is to be with you
1971 Fish-o-Baby Productions