Mansfield - Elton John

It’s a case I guess of paradise lost

Ten years back on the hands of the clock

In that little house on Mansfield

On your old block

Sometimes the magic of the past is all we’ve got

Just you and me at a crossroads then

Isn’t it funny how we were old friends

Accidentally thrown together

Did we intend

To be the romantic novel you never want to end

And it’s the contact of the eye that meets across a crowded room

And how I kind of wound up the lyrics to your tune

You said, 'Funny but it feels like I’ve known you all my life

And how it might feel to kiss you on the mouth tonight

In between the Star of David and the California moon

The Santa Ana winds blew warm into your room

We were crazy, wild and running

Blind to the change to come

In that little house on Mansfield

We’d wake at the break of dawn

In an Indian summer gone

In the candlelight I can recall

Your naked shadow looking ten feet tall

Like a wild pony dancing

Along the wall

Off balance I found love the only place to fall

We’d wake at the break of dawn

In an Indian summer gone