Once we tried to record the singin birds Cable stretched for miles from yr door Near the landin of the planes i never felt so plain Birds never sang the same again I take the train in the mornin when it's still night out A night owl sings for the moonlight crowd On the frozen path to yr bedroom door I walked beside u between sycamore I never told u this but on christmas I saw u sellin trees on avenue A Winter wind knows yr paper skin Went to paris once -- i've never been Theres a certain slant of light on madison tonight It shines on vines that grow in rows roun Telephone wires never tire Of carryin midnight crows Does the book of nightmares call across The valley of not knowing The wayward vine of wintertime And where on earth it is growing And are yr typewriter words for january third The key to the secret venue Perhaps you've heard singin of the birds You cant change a person ever darlin can you?