I’m thinking of two girls, one far away one just down the road.
one’s about my age, one thinks I’m sort of old.
One understands everything I say, one hangs on every word.
one wants to settle down, one wants to see the world.
I wish I could follow my heart two ways
’cause I never will decide
One’s the mother of me children.
One’s me virgin bride.
I’m thinking of two girls, one who lets me in one who lets me go
one who reads my mind, one who read Rimbaud.
One seems to be a diamond. One seems to be the sun.
I asked the river, said, “Hey river, which way would you run?”
I’m thinking of two girls, and I wonder what they must think of me
and I’ll sit here wondering til one by one they set me free.
and I’ll go back to the beginning and I’ll head out towards the end
from time to time, time and time again.