On the night you left, I couldn't sleep
With your breath against my neck how could I know
How winters' bitter soul would turn this summer cold
When home to Santa Barbara you would go
On the afternoon we spoke, the crowds were gone
No kisses, cheers, or white sundress to wear
When the morning had come, a year was done
And you'd washed the sun right out of your hair
Strange, the way it comes about
A heart of gold when lost cannot be found
But you'll catch a sailors' eye, row far away while I
Still can see you'll mean the world to me somehow
Today you looked by me like we never spoke
I felt no regrets. I wish I told you so
Even with our season gone, the memory lingers on
When I return to Boston and the snow