richard shindell
wisteria
Let's not drive away just yet Give me a moment more To walk through those rooms again To walk through that door  If we turn off the radio I've only to close my eyes And the wind in the sycamores Will carry me home  The vine of my memory Is blooming around those eaves But it's true it's a chore to tame wisteria  I'm tempted to ring the bell Mayber they'd let me in Or maybe it's just as well To let just be  Remember the price we paid? It wseemed like a lot back then Remember the love we made The day we moved in?  (chorus)