Maybe just Enjoy the dusk The silent calm Of climbing frost The dim lit skies Don't say much And sweet be my Clementine These birds won't sing With wings so tired Gates fly wide It's louder now Hush, an I louder now? You're louder now While our bee sting cries wind up The walls are coming down Some California weather would do This pass is slow It makes me wild I feel like a beggar with you You ought to know Not "kidding" you Is killing me I'm not kidding you It's killing me Killing you, killing me