Near this quieting shore,
You left me sore,
Sitting in this restless tomb,
Now I lie on the floor,
For just an hour more,
Looking through a window in my room.

See, you left me here
And still I stare
Up at these hot-air balloons,
Floating near,
But way up there,
Rising to those high blue moons.

See, you told me straight,
For me to wait,
And I do
Through a dozen types of sky,
I watch spring nymphs mate,
Closing winter's gate
And this may be my summer goodbye.

I give you one last chance
For one small dance,
And I really do implore,
I've waited too long an hour
In this ball gone sour
To wait one hour more.

And if you come,