The Naked Afternoon

In the naked afternoon
when the world has disappeared,
I'll be dreaming at the piano
with white clouds in my beard.
Stripped at last of everything
except my love for you,
I see I'm getting older, getting older.
I see I’m getting older, but I'm getting lighter too.

In the naked afternoon
when you come in from the street
with a crowd of unborn children
following at your feet,
take off your dress take off your dreams,
in the mirror next to you.
You'll see you're getting older, getting older.
You’ll see you’re getting older, but you're getting lighter too.

Let the world keep its secrets.
Just let it keep you close to me.
Let our days be rich and simple,
unfettered and free.

In the naked afternoon,
when it's only you and I
and our love is like an old balloon
forgotten in the sky,
I won't cry for the wasted years
or take them out on you.
I know we're getting older,
but I don't mind getting older.
I don't mind getting older, because we're getting lighter too.
I don't mind getting older, because we're getting lighter too.
I don't mind getting older, because we're getting lighter too.

Tam Lin