Devil must have got your soul
But i see an angel when I look in your eyes
Don't want to know your secrets
Don't really want to hear your lies

We could sit in solitude
February, March, April, May and June
I've been predicting the weather
Contemplate the phases of the moon
Doesn't matter what you do
Love is not letting go of you

New Year's Eve 1964
Leaning over Grand Coulee Dam
Bottle of warm champagne
Wilted flowers in my hand
Uneasy look in your eye
Unwilling to let go
Honey you are afraid
Come stand beside me in the snow