Wisteria

from Somewhere Near Paterson


Lets not drive away just yet
Give me a moment more
To walk through those rooms again
To walk through that door

If we turn off the radio
Ive only to close my eyes
And the wind in the sycamores
Will carry me home

The vine of my memory
Is blooming around those eaves
But its true its a chore to tame wisteria

Im tempted to ring the bell
Mayber theyd let me in
Or maybe its just as well
To let just be

Remember the price we paid?
It wseemed like a lot back then
Remember the love we made
The day we moved in?

(chorus)