[00:00.44]I fell for you in your attic
[00:07.25]Over the hum and grind of afternoon traffic
[00:16.30]We should be pleased to have shared the breeze or a bus
[00:26.10]Now you ask what was the fuss
[00:32.51]It was the tone of your letter
[00:40.01]And the fit of herringbone sweater
[00:48.95]You know it's true I would sell this shelf full of records
[01:15.76]For the right to your affection
[01:22.05]All these delays and transferred planes
[01:28.69]Oh, I would number days and time's own changes
[01:38.09]Another mountain range and I'm headed south again
[01:45.32]Back to the Blue Ridge and the red, red clay
[01:55.86]And I'd rather be resting in your arms
[02:33.56]Than this window seat where everything's clear and warm
[02:42.60]In the stratosphere and these heated chairs
[02:49.65]O'er the thin, thin, air I just wanna be down there
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