She told me she had finished
school
And then went on to college
for a year
I asked if she had married
Slowly down her cheek there
came a tear
She said just an itchy eye
It must be the weather way
up here
I told her I can't stand the
cold
It freezes me and I can't
feel my ears
We talked a bit about Mobile
And thought about how it has
never changed
I told her I was a comin'
home
To spend some time and hoped
it wouldn't rain
She asked if she could see
me then
And we could spend some time
now and then
Because I lived so far away
Was still no chance why we
could not be friends
I drove her to the waiting
plane
Watched that big jet streaking
through the sky
Thought about the sad young
girl
And the time that I just saw
her cry
That flame must still be burning
bright
I think I'll catch a later
flight today
It's time for me to go on
home
And spend a day or two down
by the bay
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