| In the fall I waited | 
| In the fall I was silent | 
| In the fall I had an answer | 
| But in spring I cried for you | 
| I’m through with the seasons | 
| And done with the sun | 
| And the huge uncertainties; | 
| Go eastward no one | 
| The bricks singled out | 
| When a building crumbles | 
| Oh everything is ruining February! | 
| We met up this morning | 
| And laced up our walking shoes | 
| First we fortified ourselves | 
| With coffee and some juice | 
| Weighing up the options | 
| We set out for the day | 
| We didn’t take umbrellas | 
| ‘Cause they’d just get in the way | 
| It was almost nine o’clock | 
| I said we’re going on a long, long, long, long walk | 
| And when you started talking | 
| I forgot that you get in the way | 
| I couldn’t stop laughing | 
| And our shoulders ricocheted | 
| And all the local buskers | 
| We gave them all our notes | 
| We’d muddle through til dusk | 
| Then we’d huddle in our coats | 
| It was almost ten o’clock | 
| And we were going on a long, long, long, long walk | 
| And we didn’t worry or hurry | 
| Or argue about which route to take | 
| I forgot how to cross the road | 
| But the drivers still know how to brake | 
| And you told your little story | 
| The one I’ve heard before | 
| As I looked at our reflection | 
| Windowshopping the department store | 
| Hey look it’s eleven o’clock | 
| In the morning of our long, long, long, long, long walk | 
| In the fall I waited | 
| In the fall I was silent | 
| In the fall I had an answer | 
| But in spring I cried for you | 
| We improvised a silly song | 
| And it worked just like a charm | 
| I pulled you closer into me | 
| And we were walking arm in arm | 
| And no one noticed | 
| When we leaned against a tree | 
| You whispered a suggestion | 
| ‘Cause you knew that I’d agree | 
| It was almost three o’clock | 
| In the afternoon of our long, long, long, long walk | 
| We weren’t paying attention | 
| And ended where we hadn’t planned | 
| Then we found that just by chance | 
| We were walking hand in hand | 
| We didn’t detach ourselves | 
| Or catch the perfect view | 
| But we kissed in front of strangers | 
| Like regular lovers do | 
| It was getting dark at five o’clock | 
| In the evening of our long, long, long, long walk | 
| I stopped to catch my breath | 
| And turning ‘round you’re gone | 
| But there this: | 
| You know I’d bend to kiss | 
| The ground we walked upon | 
| And I was tired of walking | 
| So I took the bus back home | 
| We left my place together | 
| But I wrote this song alone | 
| It was only nine o’clock | 
| I said we’re going on a long, long, long, long, long walk | 
| Long, long, long, long, long, long walk |