at last

today february's warm cause she knew that i'd been sad
it'd been too long since i'd planned a life i'd wished i'd had
cause it rains & i can't crawl behind the sun, there's no one

i think i should live outside, where the sidewalk never ends
you could come too, & if you wanted we could hide & sleep & just be friends
i'll bring a red balloon & a deck of cards for our house under the moon

it's with you, dear,
sometimes i hear
myself singing songs that are just for you

with this weightless kind of tune i can step out in the street
pretty fingers, pretty skirt, my comfortable shoes with my pretty feet
i'll go walking, & at last i'll travel light

it's with you, dear,
sometimes i hear
myself singing songs that
i swear the sidewalk wrote, but she knew they'd be
just for you