Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll sail around the world I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl How 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 ablaze A trail for the devil to erase San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay? We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell About the saddest ending of a book you ever had to read The statue’s crying too and well he may I love you I’ve a drowning grip on your adoring face I love you my responsibility has found a place Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words Come 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 deserves Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll drink ourselves awake We’ll taste the coffee houses and award certificates A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style We’ll comment on the decor and we’ll help the passer by And at dusk when work is over we’ll continue the debate In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor He knows the drink affects his speed he’s praying for a doorway Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench Life outside the diamond is a wrench I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend I know it wouldn’t come to love, my heroine pretend A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day You’d settle for an epitaph like “Walk Away, Renee” The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower Meet you at the statue in an hour Meet you at the statue in an hour
It was pretty bright, up on the rainbow bridge tonight I could see into your window although you’re far away You were racing in a car Beside a boy, you just don’t know if he is up for What you have in mind If he is up for what you have in mind Change is on the cards, but this time it will be hard But I never want to leave you We’ve never had a fight You should never split a pole You should never split at all I wish I had two paths that I could follow I’d write the ending without any sorrow I will say a prayer, just while you are sitting there I will wrap my hands around you I know it will be fine We've got a fantasy affair We didn’t get wet, we didn’t dare Our aspirations, are wrapped up in books Our inclinations are hidden in looks Summer’s hastening on I’m trying to get a feeling from the city But I’ve been unfaithful I’ve been travelling abroad We’ve got a fantasy affair We didn’t get wet, we didn’t dare Our aspirations, are wrapped up in books Our inclinations are hidden in looks
