She Wasn't Doing Nothing, Just Standing On The Balcony

I’m looking at your photograph in my armchair
Looking in your paper eyes: wishing I was back there

I’ll board a plane: yeah I’ll come flying back
If I come flying down your street will you hold your arms out to catch?

Oh girl you make it look easy
Doing nothing: just standing on the balcony: holding the universe together

And how right the light: how simple the morning air
How when morning comes and you’re lying there

I’ll board a star: yeah I’ll come burning back
If I come in such a flash will you hold your arms out to catch?

Oh honey you make it look easy
Doing nothing: just standing on the balcony: holding the universe together