Barefoot in the walk-around of your garden
Shapes could stop the look-around of your love
If not for the turn-around, I'd be down and bound
Less lost in the move-about than a lovely town
Ah...
Which way to the corner store is it, darlin'?
It's not too late to start a fight
We could break it--we could shake it off
Rekindle in a summer moon's delight
Ah...
Well, it's only fair
You and I used to run
But now those days are gone
They're gone
Those days are gone