In the wonderment of time
As with me it is caught.
I sing of the many loves
That I have often sought.
A fling here and there
Seems to always end in the air.
I but a vagabond, no good,
Looking for a girl who has a care.
And when she looks up at me
With content in her eyes.
It's then I know, and realize,
Heaven was not meant for this guy.
Love ya!
Jane