Maybe we can meet again
Underneath the plum tree the ground is warm
We can hide from the town
And the night will be ours forever
Hold a meeting of the minds
I'll listen for the sound of your lovely voice
In the Summer I'll be ready to become a man of non-fiction
But I know it can't be written until I learn to write
And I don't waste my time thinking about what could have been mine
Maybe when we're older then
When we've both become successful businessmen
I promise I will write
If you don't tell your wife
Old enough to be that kind of friend
When you were only ten you could understand more than I did at that age
When the world is promising you love
And all that you deserve