April Sunday

I know we thought we were lovers
as we sat under that bridge
and we watched the snowmelt rush into the spring,
We had the marlboro man
to confirm that we were old enough
to decide our fates, our love and song and war.

We had way too many opinions
and far too few hard years
we were just two other young Americans,
There's no limit to the forgiveness
you believe must be your due
for the insensitive impatience of you land.

Oh, on a sunny April Sunday -

Well I miss that April Sunday
and I miss you and your smile
and the fine illusion that we were in love,
These days I don't remember much
I'm mostly looking for redemption
and to find the heart you saw that day in me.

Oh - on a sunny April Sunday
One day, long ago -

I know we thought we were lovers
as we sat under that bridge
and we heard the ice sheets crack and float away,
When we kissed the winter was over
and we knew that we were old enough
to decide our fates, our love and song and war.