|
Funny day |
|
Looking for laughter |
|
And finding it there |
|
Sunny day |
|
Braiding wild flowers |
|
And leaves in my hair |
|
Picked up a pencil |
|
And wrote 'I LOVE YOU' |
|
In my finest hand |
|
Wanted to send it |
|
But I don't know |
|
Where I stand |
|
Telephone |
|
Even the sound of your voice |
|
Is still new |
|
All alone in California |
|
I'm talking to you |
|
I'm feeling too foolish and strange |
|
To say the words that I had planned |
|
I guess it's too early |
|
Cause I don't know |
|
Where I stand |
|
Doo-doo-doo-ooh |
|
Crickets call |
|
Courting the ladies |
|
In starred apple green |
|
Thicket's tall |
|
Until the morning |
|
Comes up like a dream |
|
How muted and misty |
|
Such rouse |
|
And I'll take |
|
What sleep I can |
|
I know that I miss you |
|
But I don't know |
|
Where I stand |
|
I know that I miss you |
|
But I don't know |
|
Where I stand |
