Bonnie Brae

Close my account with reality the day we met When I saw you on the courthouse steps I though our golden moment was prearranged I tried to call you but your number had changed You came over with a jacket over your shoulder Reaching look like Patty Smith I heart you said your Christian name was Bonnie Brae And I never thought to ask you who you were with And then you were gone And then you were gone Gone with the elephants, gone with the morning paper Gone Gone like the Dj, I will see you around, gonna see you later Gone. Yay into the arms of summer The arms of summer time I've got some reasons to care about where you are I've got the numbers right here I hear you calling a phone dead like a fallen stare I get disheartened when you disappear The moment you're gone, the moment you're gone. Gone with the elephants, gone with the morning paper Gone Gone like the Dj, I will see you around, gonna see you later Gone. Yay into the arms of summer The arms of summer time The flights, I guess And I'm sure that we can stay friends It's just another mourning And if I ever see you again with the times This never happened. Close my account with reality the day we met When I saw you on the courthouse steps I though our golden moment was prearranged I tried to call you but your number had changed. And then you were gone Again you were gone.