with no river to skate away on

i'm wishing i were even further gone

for whene'er in my mind there breaks a dawn

i smother it with flat black krylon

palm trees alight as evergreens

for in angeles nothing ever is as it seems

and so we'll kiss in between our dreams

and put away other eyes that gleamed

last Christmas there was joy in you

over all the doing that we'd do

in all the seeing that we'd seen

all the adventure you thought i'd bring

but it seems now that i've let you down

you've no interest in escorting me 'round town

i had trouble even getting you here

so i've little left for cause of cheer

but it seems to be the qualm we all fall in:

what is habit, what is genuine?

what happened to that love we shared

one year ago upon a poolside stair

when happiness hung in the air

and your interest piqued in being there - 

and if i could only go back now

i'd put forth more effort in committing to mem'ry how

your face looked and your voice changed

the first time you told me that you felt the same

because I simply can't remember that -

but if i could go anywhere,

that's where i'd be at.