You sit by the open window
Paperback resting on page ten
The afternoon breeze stirs
Patterns of light on the floor
I watch from the street corner
I watch from the street corner
Silent among the moving crowd

Music travels across the street
I catch only the high notes
Your laughter is a wild bird
Flying somewhere I cannot follow
And that is enough
Oh, and that is enough for me
(Enough for me)

Sea spray misting the railing
The salt tastes like the hour
You turn to greet a stranger
That smile was never mine to keep
A gift for the fading light
Brief and bright as the tide

Distance is a velvet cloth
Keeping all the edges soft
No need to speak your name
To feel the warmth you leave
In the quiet space between us
The space between

Music travels across the street
I catch only the high notes
Your laughter is a wild bird
Flying somewhere I cannot follow
And that is enough
Oh, and that is enough for me

Sea spray misting the railing
The salt tastes like the hour
You turn to greet a stranger
That smile was never mine to keep
A gift for the fading light
Brief and bright as the tide

Distance is a velvet cloth
Keeping all the edges soft
No need to speak your name
To feel the warmth you leave
In the quiet space between us
The space between

Music travels across the street
I catch only the high notes
Your laughter is a wild bird
Flying somewhere I cannot follow
And that is enough
Oh, and that is enough for me

A witness to the afternoon remains