Barefoot in the walk-around of your garden
Shapes could stop the look-around of your love
If not for the turn-around, I'd be down and bound
Less lost in the move-about than a lovely town
Ah
Ah
Which way to the corner store is it, darlin'?
It's not too late to start a fight
We could break it--we could shake it off
Rekindled in a summer moon's delight
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Well, it's only fair
Well, it's only fair
You and I used to run
You and I used to run
You and I used to run
You and I used to run
But now those days are gone
But now those days are gone
They're gone
Those days are gone
Those days are gone
Those days are gone
Those days are gone