Fading light
Long shadows
On March Street
All around
The grown-ups
Play dress up
Traffic noise
And voices
Grow distant
Studying a menu in a restaurant window
Leaning in close to decide whether you'll go
And plenty of time on March Street
On March Street
Warm and snug inside
Eavesdrop on another booth
And laugh at the punchline
Avoid each other's eyes
Forks and knives
The check arrives
Holding hands saying wait for a minute
Breeze picks up and you find yourself in it
Caressed from all sides on March Street
Staying out walking on not sure where you're heading
Everything feels just like the beginning
With plenty of time on March Street
On March Street