If I become depressed br And fail to see you br In your floral dress, br Then my weekend will be br Funeral-parlor sad, br Living a life of Ash Wednesdays alone. br br I’ll call you on the telephone, br And tell you that your feminine voice br Is the entire panacea that I need br When my world is vacant parking lots br Infiltrated by degradation and thorny weeds. br br If you allow me to hold your hand, br I know that you will understand br My overwhelming desire br To make you the object of intense devotion. br br Please, don’t walk away and trample these emotions; br We may not meet again for several lonely lifetimes br Until the planets are aligned mystically perfect.