It was my last week in town
A cut and run to fertile ground
We made plans to meet at a hotel
I wore my yellow vintage Bendel
A case of you is bitter and sweet
Honey I can say I’m still on my feet
You gave me a journal and said when I get back
We will get together and read it then
I know it’s been less than formal
I never made it back but I kept a journal
And in its pages and in its lines
Part of you pours out of me from time to time
Now here I am where flowers grow
Where salty waves meet silky shore
And all I want is back in that hotel
Wearing my vintage Bendel
With no intent to fan an old flame
Honey I would take that evening to say
Where I once cast at you the blame
My disposition towards us has changed
I know it’s been less than formal
I never made it back but I kept a journal
And in its pages and in its lines
Part of you pours out of me from time to time
There is a law against that
But there’s no crime to commit
If life were long I would wait
But I’d like the chance to say that
And in its pages and in its lines
Part of you pours out of me from time to time