You say he feels it

his face reveals it

my sweet trepidation

an eagerness of my own

a shiver slips through my bones

can you see cobblestone roads

running through his stare

he's so clandestine

he's such a vision

so tell me sister

he sits here in this small dive

there's something behind those eyes

did you perceive the wilderness

resting there so did i

laughing he stalls me

crazy he calls me

he thinks me artless

for not stocking berry wines

from certain australian vines

have mercy sister

he's travelled 'round the world

he's like a shadow

there by the window

but no man's an island

no man's an artesian well

he loves the cathedral bell

it sings about him

when he goes home at night so do i