Here I am a man of quiet demeanor No more lust for spinning plates Happy heart and happy shoes Helping me lose these walking blues Hallelujah in the sandbox Hallelujah I’m at play There’s no reason to think this season Is anything but a gift, not a battle hard won I got strong ties to the summertime Where the sun don’t set till almost nine Every day is a homily To why I live the mystery Of young love perfection A cosmic connection, call it destiny Both of us so ready to be rescued It was written in our copy of the script Every word, both hers and mine Some sort of temporary lifeline if you get my drift I got strong ties to the summertime Where the sun don’t set till almost nine Every day is a homily To why I live the mystery Of young love perfection A cosmic connection, call it destiny Amazing grace and love so true Will get the last word when we are through No amount of imagination Can prepare one for the patience Of young love perfection A cosmic connection, one long case of miraculous Providential, destiny