• My words and my notes and my passion make another man's song
    My hopes and my dreams and my fears compose another man's life.

    I am a rush, a whisper,
    A push, a "kiss her,"
    Carried on a soft breeze,
    Floating up between lovers' knees.
    I am fleeting and evanescent,
    Here for the present, and then--
    In another second, gone.

    I am a memory or a thought,
    I'm ecstasy, brought
    On by a quick n**,
    Placed so well on a lover's lip,
    But is it ever enough to make
    Him remember how he'd quake
    Whenever I came near?

    I am a crisp leaf on a sidewalk,
    Waiting to hear that soft-toned talk
    As a couple passes, holding hands,
    Telling of love, as I watch the sands
    Of time fall away, and a lone
    Soul wanders, chilled to the bone,
    Stepping on everything in his path.

    My words and my notes and my passion make another man's song
    My hopes and my dreams and my fears compose another man's life.