(Carly Simon)

There are a few more freckles on your shoulders

The hammock swings lower and touches the grass

The apples are ripe and the corn is past

Everyone says some goes by so fast

And we just got here



I can hardly believe it but it's ended

The beach is a haze and old love's a ghost

Hugo is twisting his way up the coast

If you blew out to sea I'd love you most

And we just got here



Nostalgia you fake, you bitter sweet ache

The time that you take could make another heart whole

Could the truth be I won't really see

How much I love you

'Til it's over



The two of us left here alone in the house

You bleed the pipes while I bring in the plants

Put our faces in place for September's dance

If you're willing, I'm willing to take one more chance

And we just got here