Winter Pockets - Wild Child

Walking in the winter down rows of empty sidewalks

I reached into my pocket, found an old note from you

It read «Babydoll, I love you.

Can’t wait to see you Sunday.»

I tried to hear you read it, can’t remember your voice

Was it sweet?

Was it sultry?

Did I tremble when I heard it?

Did you sing softly to me, whisper words in my ear?

So I sit and I think of you

So I sit and I wonder who you sing songs to now