Sitting on the shore, looking out to the sea
An old blue scarf
keeps me warm
this lonely summer night
The frantic breeze
brought in by the tide
gives me an unexpected chill
Otis understood
what it was all about
***
The moment
On this soft, soft Otis Redding summer night
I am stirred by the touch of her hand
I know at last she understands
This warm embrace under dying light
On this soft, soft Otis Redding summer night
alone, feeling lost and done for
I am stirred by the touch of her hand
as she places the old blue scarf on my shoulder
I know at last she understands
I will sleep with the memory
of that warm embrace under dying light
***
