The Naked Afternoon

In the naked afternoon
when the world has disappeared,
I’ll be dreaming at the piano
with white clouds in my beard.
Stripped at last of everything
except my love for you,
I see I’m getting older, getting older.
I see I’m getting older
but I’m getting lighter too.

In the naked afternoon
when you come in from the street
with a crowd of unborn children
following at your feet,
take off your dress, take off your dreams
in the mirror next to you.
You see you’re getting older, getting older.
You see you’re getting older
but you’re getting lighter too.

Let the world keep its secrets.
Just let it keep you close to me.
Let our dreams be rich and simple,
unfettered and free.

In the naked afternoon
when it’s only you and I
and our love is like an old balloon
forgotten in the sky,
I won’t cry for the wasted years
or take them out on you.
I know I’m getting older,
but I don’t mind getting older,
I don’t mind getting older
if I’m getting lighter too.

Words and music copyright of Paul Weinfield/Tam Lin Music Publishing (BMI, 2013)

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