it was a tender way
that the thread chose to weave
in between you & me
that the stars spanned in space
like a telephone wire
we never lost touch
though we lost our nerve
and we lost our minds
but the record needle
remembers its place
and it sings and old song
that we know so well
we can’t afford anymore
to go abandoning friends
for the winter is cold
but a summer night alone
is so very much colder.