Bird Song

I thought I saw you walking With your trenchcoat in the rain Yes, I thought I saw you driving Down those streets past me again Yes, I drank the table under And I drank your bitter wine Yes, I drank the table under And I drank your bitter wine Oh, the bells are ringing And I do not believe for me Oh, the bells are ringing And I do not believe for me Yes, I do not believe for me I walk on every Monday With your memories so clear Yes, I walk on vagrant runways I think of how you're near