Ronnie Spector

I take off my glasses and I pull on my shirt

I call up my friends on my long ,long list

I said I've got a reason just to get to the coast

I'll stand on the streets where all the books were wrote

I remember words

That ran around my head

And made no sense at all

And rained right off my tongue

Like mother, love and Ronnie Spector

I'm in an old Humber

That takes a long, long road

And remembering the smell

Of summer on the parcel shelf

And opening up the quarter light

And holding out a scythe

That levels out the landscape

As a car, car travels

I remember words

That ran around my head

And made no sense at all

And rained right off my tongue

Like mother, love and Ronnie Spector

If these things don't get me

Then walking in the rain will.