Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll sail around the worldI will
be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girlHow many nights of
talking in hotel rooms can you take?How many nights of limping
round on pagan holidays?Oh elope with me in private and we’ll
set something ablazeA trail for the devil to erase San
Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will playPiazza, New
York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?We hung about the
stadium, we’ve got no place to stayWe hung about the tenderloin
and tenderly you tellAbout the saddest ending of a book you ever
had to readThe statue’s crying too and well he mayI love you I’ve
a drowning grip on your adoring faceI love you my responsibility
has found a place Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of
gentle wordsCome wave upon me from the wider family net
absurd“You’ll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better
job”Maybe, but not what she deservesElope with me Miss Private
and we’ll drink ourselves awakeWe’ll taste the coffee houses and
award certificatesA privy seal to keep the feel of 1960
styleWe’ll comment on the decor and we’ll help the passer byAnd
at dusk when work is over we’ll continue the debateIn a borrowed
bedroom virginal and spareThe catcher hits for .318 and catches
every dayThe pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidaysHe
goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floorHe knows the
drink affects his speed he’s praying for a doorway Back into the
life he wants and the confession of the benchLife outside the
diamond is a wrenchI wish that you were here with me to pass the
dull weekendI know it wouldn’t come to love, my heroine pretendA
lady stepping from the songs we love until this dayYou’d settle
for an epitaph like “Walk Away, Renee”The sun upon the roof in
winter will draw you out like a flowerMeet you at the statue in
an hourMeet you at the statue in an hour
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