When Joey first came the light seemed to rise
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Thought it came in the night and left with her eyes
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And I wish that her face would return once again
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Just one day to remind me of Saturday's gain.
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As I sit in her city in fog and in steam
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Everything's blurred, for blurred is my dream
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So I'll leave for my terrace and tea laced with rum
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And wait for the day when Joey will come.
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And come all the dreams that never did try
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To live on a memory or float on a sigh
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Together we'll sit in the Saturday rain
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And dream of Joey or Mary Jane.
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Joey in Mind
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Nick Drake |