one summer ago in uncertain timesnnone thin girl & two three wind chimesnnchapped lips alone & unkissednnshe was too easily dismissednnthere were times i do recallnnthose lips did cause me to fallnnlate night rain comes trickling downnnyou can feel that yearning nownnso call me any old timennbut i don’t know if i’ll respond in kindnnplease understand if you cannot seenni might not be what you want me to bennstill i leave when you might be lostnnone light on and 2 fingers cross’dnnhear me now and walk tenderlynnjudge not thyself nor me viciously