Music: Paul Gordon
He reminds me of you
In much younger days
Softly, eccentric and set in his ways
He reminds me of you
Its funny and yet
How can he really remind me of someone
That I've never met
And P.S. I wish you and I could be friends
Wouldn't that be a lovely surprise
Cause P.S. how sweet to be writing to you
If I knew the color of your eyes
We went for tea at an outdoor cafe
Oh and his eyes are both blue by the way
We talked and we talked
You should have been there
And then he went on about Melville and Whitman
I'm floating on air
And P.S. I blushed when he offered his arm
And we walked under fair weather skies
And oh how I wish that you'd been with us too
And I knew the color of your eyes
He made it seem like I'd known him from long ago
Laughed at my jokes
Though they scarcely seemed apropos
I'm feeling more like a girl and less like a child
Oh what a man I'll never forget
But really the only man I've ever met
Then he took the train
And I heaved a sigh
And Julia got angry cause he left without even saying goodbye
And P.S. it's late and I can't get to sleep
So I'll lay out my soul on the line
What do I care if there's blue in his eyes
If someday you're looking into mine
One day you'll be looking into mine