Whistler

(Instrumental)A whistler on the subway
Remind me that tune
I heard the first time
Around that time I fell in love with youA picture in the paper
Of buildings in that town
Where we spend our heathen honeymoon
And tears come running downSignalling what I have been denying for too long
I have not and I will never move onThe books of the 1920s
Of lovers torn by war
Engages, moves, and touches me
Telling me I (?openly)Never was I drafted
I chose that for myself
As you went on to find love
With many other menAnd it is only now that I begin to understand
What I carelessly let slip out of my handI thoguht I could find another you
But there is only oneAnd I only dare to tell you this in songI have not and I will
Never move on