I met an older woman, divorced and 29.
I was a young fool, I didn’t understand
What she had in mind.
And though it was the city and the summer of love, we were both alone,
Two strangers in Chinatown, far away from home.
We walked to Buena Vista , me and this lonely ex-wife.
The smell of grass was in the air as we talked of love and life.
And beyond the trees the music played – there was a party in the park
And somewhere something was changing in the gathering dark.
We were saved by a song, turned by a tune.
Who’s to say that we were dreaming that long-lost afternoon?
And sometimes I think of what might have been, what life had in store.
The stony path of duty, the suit behind the door.
Then somewhere in the shadows of my memory, I’ll find that gentle day
When music drifted through the air across a misty bay.
And I was saved by a song, turned by a tune.
Who’s to say that I was dreaming that long-lost afternoon?
And all the roads we’ll travel by, they shine beneath the stars.
And all across that western sky, the sound of a blue guitar.
Some talk of revolution, of the tide of history.
Some cling to the sweet illusion of peace and harmony.
And maybe in wiser times than these, they’ll begin to see the light,
The campfire glow beyond the trees, burning through the night.
And they’ll all be saved by a song, turned by a tune.
Who’s to say that they were dreaming on that long-lost afternoon?
Who’s to say that they were dreaming…?
Terence Blacker – vocals, guitar