Joey In Mind

When Joey first came the light seemed to riseThought it came in the night and left with her eyesAnd I wish that her face would return once againJust one day to remind me of Saturday's gain.As I sit in her city in fog and in steamEverything's blurred, for blurred is my dreamSo I'll leave for my terrace and tea laced with rumAnd wait for the day when Joey will come.And come all the dreams that never did tryTo live on a memory or float on a sighTogether we'll sit in the Saturday rainAnd dream of Joey or Mary Jane.