Nichols and May By George E. Clark
Past my prime but still got eyes
Pale white hands and pale besides
Girl in a jacket I’m in a coat
Stand back from the train and we’re ready to go
Gray milk sky and cold at the seams
Call the stops and fold the dreams
Sit on the seat, look out the glass
Nothing in life is more than it seems
Yet Nichols and May met at the station
Michigan Ave and orange soda pop
Baloney sandwich and pink carbonation
Talked on the train and just didn’t stop
A glow to warm through the coming gray winter
Leafless trees and pale parched grass
Bring me back, bring me back to my center
High-heeled shoes, she’s a high-heeled lass
Keeping cool in caramel leather
Deals with the looks, deals with the weather
Keeps out the kooks, not the scent of the heather
Broken underfoot like all things past.
Yet Nichols and May met at the station
Michigan Ave and orange soda pop
Baloney sandwich and pink carbonation
Talked on the train and just didn’t stop
