sky-blue-eyes

saw a lady walkin' by
caught my fancy,
caught my eye.

looked she did just like a fox,
looked just like
she might be Pandora's box.

told myself, forget it, bud,
it would only be
another dud.

turned around and walked away,
nothin' s gonna happen
on this gray day.

mainly 'cause
I miss your touch,
I hate your goneness
you don't know how much.
1979