been sittin' waitin' and wishin' so long
i wonder if i've settled for make believe
like a black and white photo
of the impish little boy in a gray suitcoat,
sleeves swallowing up his hands,
she's in a petti-coated dress,
that the mind paints in bright yellow
with a parasol and a grin
just playin' at being in love
you sure feel real when we're talkin'
and your voice fills my head
and you say all those right things
droppin' hints 'bout forever
and it's my cheeks gettin' painted
all blush like the blossoms that
young casanova thrust at that sweet girl
but when the phone disconnects
the distance spreads out wide
and settles over me, thick, down, quilted
impractical love affair long on miles,
short on together, us, we, couple
full of hope, maybe, someday, later, when, if
almost like bein' alone and
just playin' at being in love
