Fondness

I think it's sweet that people think about each other

In love and other precious thoughts (of tender)

How could it be that we should keep it from each other

Love grows as soon as I become (uncovered)

I think it's sweet that people think about each other

In love and other precious thoughts (of tender)

How could it be that we should keep it from each other

Love grows as soon as I become (uncovered)

I was sittin' on the side of fifty-nine north

In my stalled out truck waitin' on a tow

I was thinkin' 'bout my friends

For whom I'd head

How to break the news that my trip had cut short

If I were a blue heron at eleven in the morning

I'd fly up north to feel some kind of loving

Could it be that we will swarm when we are warm

If I was a cicada and I hatched

A little to early from my batch

I'd be screaming aloud to find a match

That couldn't be found outside

I stopped thinkin' about someone who

Stressed me out real bad

I was thinkin' about how much I

Had enjoyed being sad

I was wondering why love and limerence

Seemed so close in vibe and cadence

Then I felt the difference in my chest

Tension giving way to rest

My sad smirk fell on the sidewalk

By the gutter

And my Joy unfurled with a sort of

Subtle stutter

I think it's sweet that people think about each other

In love and other precious thoughts

How could it be that we should keep it from each other

Love grows as soon as I become

If I were a blue heron at eleven in the morning

I'd fly up north to feel some kind of loving

Could it be that we will swarm when we are warm

If I was a cicada and I hatched

A little to early from my batch

I'd be screaming aloud to find a match

That couldn't be found outside

I stopped thinkin' about people who

Stressed me out real bad

I was thinkin' about how much I