I sat there, envying the rays
That got to touch that skin;
I wanted just to talk to her,
Afraid of jumping in —
I had a hundred things to say,
My thoughts were wide and scattered —
But I was twenty-three, and brave
In no real way
That mattered
Other People's Feelings
I sat there, envying the rays
That got to touch that skin;
I wanted just to talk to her,
Afraid of jumping in —
I had a hundred things to say,
My thoughts were wide and scattered —
But I was twenty-three, and brave
In no real way
That mattered