Paroles
You've come back from Yosemite
You brought an aromatic cedar bookmark for me
And a brand new stuffed bear
It's summertime, you've cut your hair
And I am leaving you, and I am sorry
You come in through the back door
Why're you coming in like that, smiling for?
I've got something I need to tell you
I can feel your smile burning through
And I am leaving you, and I am sorry
