Basketballs bounce out of tune The streets are empty and the moon Has shone on Mrs. Parker And her daughter's soda water 'till they swoon Golden evenings pa** me by Beneath a dream of darker eyes And empty on a southbound train Through Battersea in glowing rain, I ride Oh, the music is so loud Enchanting all the faltering crowds To sing again their lonely melody My heart is yours and I love you You keep my mind as well And sometimes here when I touch you It's heaven and it's So the years have pa**ed me by The library's shelves refract the light And black and white will not make clear The seasons and the reasons and my fear