It was a portrait of an old hall in Europe from the drummer’s view
That was one time that I knew
It was the midnight snow falling on a quiet First Avenue
You and I still with our coats on in a diner booth
It was the purple shells on the Long Island shore under a sky pale blue
That was one time that I knew
It was the wind pouring in from the window in a Colorado hotel room
You and I hadn’t seen each other in a month or few