Christine
Whistling to a late afternoon
I count the leafs left to fall,
There are plenty where I’m
Sitting at this waterfall they built
For another late man’s dream

I wonder as minutes goes by
If they are waiting for the seconds,
Just as I’m waiting for her
Knowing there aren’t many interceptions
For the calendars we both keep

I should wake up and leave
But it’s so quiet over here.
And I just need to look inside
To saw her asking questions
with her eyes on me

I should wake up and leave
But it’s too late to runaway
And I just need to close my eyes
To end this very rhyme
with her name within
“I that have been many men,
Have never been the one for who
Christine awaits”