Bring me a blank piece of paper
Make it blank so I can write down all that I want about you

Bring me a black pen – no, make it blue
I know that’s your favorite color too
I worry about the past like you
I think about the future too.

I sat here on this chair
Wiggled ‘round a bit
And sometimes stared
That’s you on the wall right there
Pick up jeans and braided hair

Just twist with me, just turn with me
Just stroll the streets alone with me
You don’t have to burn it with a pen and paper
But if you do, be good to me

Wear the Gold Hat if that will move her
If you can bounce high, Bounce for her too
Till she cry, “Gold-Hatted lover I must have you.”

Wear the Gold Hat if that will move her
If you can bounce high, Bounce for her too
Till she cry, “Lover, Gold-Hatted High-Bouncing Lover I must have you.”

I know the truth dies with the lies that we forget
I know that these eyes look in your eyes every chance they get

This is the story of the greatest of the mornings from the summer rain
This is the story of the way that you talked, the way that she talked
And I just look at her….

Wear the Gold Hat if that will move her
If you can bounce high, Bounce for her too
Till she cry, “Gold-Hatted lover I must have you.”

Wear the Gold Hat if that will move her
And you will bounce high for her too
Till she cry, “I must have you, I must have you, I must have you.”

Bring me a blank piece of paper
Bring me a pen
I’d like the blue one again
Don’t you worry about the sentences
I can’t write them out ‘til I’m back again