You And Jean

Skimming stones and fishing bones

Nets and shells and wood 

Empty houses on the shore

Ornaments whatever for

And the grandpas doze in grandpa clothes 

In deck chairs on the sand

The phone rings and I wait a while

I kind of cry I kind of smile

When umpires finally leave the crease 

I think of you and Jean

Afternoons and ticking clocks 

People all on their own

Calendars from years ago

Birthday cards for those you know

And the rain makes all the noise I need 

Feelings overwhelm the dream

Crammed against the window sill 

I wave at you I’m waving still  

Whenever flowers need arranging 

I think of you and Jean

And the grandpas doze in grandpa clothes 

In deck chairs on the sand

The phone rings and I wait a while

I kind of cry I kind of smile

Whenever flowers need arranging 

I think of you and Jean

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