I've sat here one too many times before
On the fence between the sun and your door
As frost falls by the moons glow
Honey-babe don't we both know
I'll be leaving
By morning light
Most likely you'll go back north
I'll find my way south and so forth
And I hear her name in passing
But I'm never one to be asking
How she's doing
It's better left from my mind
Sweet Marie she really does look
Like she's stepped right out a page of some book
She speaks like a spring's bloom
She says the past's ghost looms, cos you're looking
With beggar's eyes
Lost love washed me up upon the shore
Before the sea of a new day's new law
While mists around my mind roam
Everything turns to foam
'Neath my footsteps
While a white dove sails on by