the first time I was outside
running barefoot in the rain
She lived in the house next door,
nose pressed against the window pane
When I looked at her, she smiled and showed
a place where two teeth used to be
And I heard her ask her mom
if she could come outside
Soon the days of sand and shovels
gave way to the mysteries of life
Then I no ticed she had changed
and I looked at her through different eyes
We became as one in new love
without beginning or an end
Every day I lived with her
was like a new day dawning once again
And I've loved her since then
Her brow was surely temple
So the top was still a nickel
Candles on her fingertips
Milk was circled on her lips
And at night I heard her cry
When she left me in the fall
I knew that it would be our last goodbye
I was man enough to give her
everything she needed for a while
In searching for a perfect love,
I found that I could not give
Now she lives a quiet life,
lives the mother of a little girl
Every time I pass her house,
Because I see her little girl,
She thinks I'm a lonely man,
wants to come inside out of the rain
And I've loved her since every
So the pot was still a nickel
And the stone, her fingertip
Look, was circled on her lips
Every dollar surely trembled
So the pot was still a nickel
Look what's circled on her deathbed