The people in the street had overtaken you
By the time you rounded Second Avenue

So I walked away
All perfumed

Felt just the same
But brand new

And anything you wrote I checked for codes and clues
The letters stopped unceremoniously in June

So I changed my I's and A's to yours
I'm just the same but brand new

And I do my best impression of weightlessness, now too
And I might be wrong, I might be wrong, I might be wrong
But honey I believed I could
Float away, dangling
I'm just the same but brand new
To you.

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Writer(s): ANNE ERIN CLARK