Whistler

(Instrumental)

A whistler on the subway
Remind me that tune
I heard the first time
Around that time I fell in love with you

A picture in the paper
Of buildings in that town
Where we spend our heathen honeymoon
And tears come running down

Signalling what I have been denying for too long
I have not and I will never move on

The books of the 1920s
Of lovers torn by war
Engages, moves, and touches me
Telling me I (?openly)

Never was I drafted
I chose that for myself
As you went on to find love
With many other men

And it is only now that I begin to understand
What I carelessly let slip out of my hand

I thoguht I could find another you
But there is only one

And I only dare to tell you this in song

I have not and I will
Never move on