Tennis

Still dreaming of the thicketed field Salty marsh fed by the tidal stream Look down the flush Sleeping deep in the brush The night brings the hush I can hear the current Hidden by the knees of the cypress trees The insects chirping underneath the lea

Coconut Grove is a very small cove Separated from the sea by a shifting shoal We didn't realize that we had arrived at high tide, high tide Will we make it out alive? Oh When all the fishermen were working at night Not even once did we see a light We

One-hundred lovers ago That's when I met him and now you know One-hundred lovers ago He was a heart-breaker He was a heart-breaker No less, I was a name at that time She was a poet with hair that shined I never thought I could make you mine Afraid to

Her steps stand akin Who can resist? So easily upstaged But really I'm amazed With eyes alight And her hair so bright Like I'll never find Never find anything so divine Here's your one chance Baby, I know you can Here's your one chance Got them in th

There's nothing left for me There's nothing there for me So far as I can see There's nothing left for me As a child I was told We all possess a soul And one day when I'm old I re-shot, been more bold Oh, my mistakes, imperfections, they make me Long

Been reaching for my baby Close-hearted with my darling I'll hold the sheet tight, keeping watch through the night I will be there, I promise to take good care of you Been reaching for my baby Close-hearted with my darling I'll be holding you tight,

Now, leave your hand in mine. The heat strikes me as divine. Seated here by my side, the day blurs into the night. How is it you seem to know what I tried not to show? This must be rare, 'cause nothing else could compare, not that I'm aware of. This

Sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start Meant to play the penitent part Inquisitive mind, you're destined to find Tempted fate and knowledge divine View in there a pitied pair Denoted by a scene unfair Will you make my children bear The consequ

Up to this creek they come to meet Where they done days by the summer heat The sun is always in their eyes They hold their glasses like they'd rise On a clouded fair and gin they dine They're always losing track of time All sloppy men grow paradise T