You have a way of knowing
And I have a woman
She happens in winter
You have six strings to your guitar
And I have a son
Old enough to bother
You have not slept in a while
But that is a good thing
And I have a woman
One does not write always
The same love letter
I have a way of knowing
You have a broken table
And I have an empty book
Open to wonder
Image credit : Dangerous Minds
Frédéric Benqué 