and tonight as the branches are weary and 
bend ever so slightly downward, I 
think of you 
and tonight as the wind blows ever so sentimental, I 
think of you 
and tonight as the world turns like that 
old soap opera and 
all the lovers come home I  
think of you 
lying there in the moonlight which 
comes ever so quietly 
into 
the backrooms of love