Blue smoke in the soft light
Of a morning newly born
Marooned on your porch
Did you know I was vacant
When you read that book to me?
Did I take what was yours?
Both so insecure
With my hands in the dark night
On your bed atop the floor
I could see all you were
Did I know what I wanted
When I called you on the phone?
What was spent now is torn
Just tell me that I'm yours
Just tell me that I'm yours
Just tell me that I'm yours
Just tell me that I'm yours