I felt white horses passing by, the strand was wide and full of mist,

a sea gull gave another cry, the sky was clouded, when we kissed.

These youthful days now long ago, we drive along, turn off the gas,

sometimes just pacing to and fro, lost outlooks in the rearview glass.

Right on the make you take me down, life puts a burden in our bags,

and dressing up to go to town, will most of us return in rags.

Long hours plodding in a haze, subjected to your gracious smile

entangled in this narrow maze, will I hang on here for a while.