I found this scribbled in a notebook. It’s from the days when I kept a journal. That’s all I wrote and I now I think – What a nice gesture, I mean flowers and all.
I had completely forgotten about it until I saw my note. I attempted to write a song based on those four words but flowers was as far as I managed to get.
The flowers were delivered after we had a date. It may have been during the summer of 1977 but I can’t be sure anymore. How often do or did I get flowers anyway?
The date was a long bike ride and a picnic lunch. Pretty pure, honest and innocent.
Did I miss something important? Gee, I wish I knew the answer. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time.