There's a boy throwing rocks at my window
Sitting on a bench down below
And he says Come and spend some time
With me beneath the washing line
And he looks as handsome as the night
Hands in his pockets his face in daylight
So I let him in
And I take his hand
And I do my best to understand
Oh I I do the best that I can
We lay down and look out my window
Outside there was a distant glow and
We whisper every word wildly
Talk of all the things we're gonna do
And he kisses me on the eye
Out the window we seem to fly
'Cause I let him in
And I take his hand
And I do my best to understand
Oh I I do the best that I can
There's a nightbird singing at my window
The bench is empty down below and I lay
Awake to hear the open gate
But he don't come around no more so
I pretend to let him in
I pretend to take his hand
I imagine that I understand
Oh I I do the best that I can
My my my my I understand