On the stoop
David Brown

It's an impressionistic sky, one you only see in paint
I'm always saying that - you're right. But it's special just the same

The setting sun has lost its fire; its dying rays will light the moon
So why don't you and I retire and talk the way we used to do

So here we are on the stoop
With so much shared history
And I am still in love with you
But are you still in love with me?

I saw Marie this afternoon, she and the kids are doing fine
She's as beautiful as you and that's hard for me sometimes

That magic night in Granada I think that we both knew
We were making more than love; our lovely daughter is the proof

So here we are on the stoop
With so much shared history
And I am still in love with you
But are you still in love with me?

When you left I really hurt, I can't pretend it wasn't hard
I threw myself into my work; I painted like Pierre Bonnard

Mixed emotion and mixed colour, well they all went in the frame
You were more than wife and lover so I knew we'd meet again

So here we are on the stoop
With so much shared history
And I am still in love with you
But are you still in love with me?

And now all the wine is gone, so I'll replace you on the shelf
And I know it won't be long before I'm in an urn myself

Then all our waiting will be through, we can be as one again
They can take us to the roof and free our spirits to the wind