Hopefully Yours - Stina Nordenstam

Wind full of smells

And far-away places

The last thing I said

Are you sure you can do this?

Hands fold together

He says no Don’t turn your head

No don’t Just go

I’m here in your yard

And it’s getting colder

You’re making it hard

He smiled when he told me Life on the wing

Like a lot of things

Would be better if we didn’t try I tried

Like I was walkong out in your garden

Or am I just being foolish

Or am I just being hopefully yours

You know you’ve been seen

Not quite on the main street

And I was the queen

Till then I had nothing

And I can’t go on like

This is not a way of Telling you be mine

Be mine

Like I was walking on your blue carpet

Or am I just being foolish

Or am I just being hopefully yours