tell me, baby, tell me 
 are you still on the stoop 
 watching the windows close? 
 i've not seen you lately 
 on the street by the beach 
 or places we used to go 
 
 i've a picture of you 
 on our favorite day 
 by the seaside 
 there's a bird stealing bread 
 that i brought 
 out from under my nose 
 
 tell me, baby, tell me 
 does his company make 
 light of a rainy day? 
 how i've missed you lately 
 and the way we would speak 
 and all that we wouldn't say 
 
 do his hands in your hair 
 feel a lot like a thing 
 you believe in 
 or a bit like a bird 
 stealing bread out from under your nose? 
 
 tell me, baby, tell me 
 do you carry the words 
 around like a key or change? 
 i've been thinking lately 
 of a night on the stoop 
 and all that we wouldn't say 
 
 if i see you again 
 on the street by the beach 
 in the evening 
 will you fly like a bird 
 stealing bread out from under my nose?