Whistler

A whistler on the subway
Remind me that tune
I heard the first time
Around that time I feel in love with you
A picture in the paper
Of buildings in that town
where we spend our heathen honeymoon
and tears come running down
Singnalling what I have been denying for too long
I have not and I will never move on
The books of the 1920s
Of lovers torn by war
Engages, moves, and touches me
telling me I ()
Never was I drafted
I chose that for myself
As you went on to find love with many other men
And it is only now that I begin to understand
what I carelessly let slip out of my hand
I thought I could find another you
but theres only one
and I only dare to tell you this in song
I have not and I will
never move on