She sipped tea In a garden of frozen leaves As she sat on her darkened knees Underneath the sun She slept on Where the hills are in rolling form Far away from the city norm Beneath the morning sun She thought of him everyday She pictured him everyday He drinks tea Called me three times a day Always in a business way Living on the run He had plans A memory blocked her soul Didn't see them often though 'Cause they're on the run He thought of her everyday He pictured her everyday He met her Hanging [in?] in the sand He was in his business and Working over key She asked him To visit her farm someday They could be on her lawn someday Giving [?] come They never would meet again They never would meet again Compromised, doesn't have any friends And they never would meet again