La La Song

Knowing you makes all the difference, Don't it darling? Knowing all your if's and why's, Your when's and how's. December comes in as a short procession. A little punctured, a little heartbroken, But not forever and not for long. In New York, the vagabonds have fled To your dusty wings. The play bill tramps are Starving for a little warmth. It seems I've help my arms like this for ages, But I am done waiting, I am lowering them down Like a white flag, like a sail. It's clementine season, my peach, my little. You are gone, but now I like all my parts. It's funny how when we're whole, we feel hollow It's funny, I like me best with a broken heart. So, when winter started to thaw, You may be tempted to come around And it's likely to be too late. La la la