Jan Arden

How do you cool your lips,
after a summers kiss?
How do you rid the sweat,
after the body bliss?

How do you turn your eyes,
from the romantic glare?
How do you block the sound of a voice,
you'd know anywhere?

Oh, I really should have known by the time you drove me home,
by the vagueness in your eyes, casual good-byes,
by the chill in your embrace, the expression on your face
that told me you might have
some advice to give, on how to be

How do you numb your skin,
after the warmest touch?
How do you slow your blood,
after the body rush?
How do you free your soul,
after you've found a friend?
How do you teach your heart,
its a crime to fall in love again?

Oh, you probably won't remember me,
its probably ancient history.
I'm one of the chosen few
who went ahead and fell for you.
I'm out of vogue, I'm out of touch,
I fell too fast, I feel too much.
I thought that you might have
some advice to give, on how to be