[04:30.00]My sweetheart wrote me this little poem
[04:30.00]About rocks and gemstones and things and I'd
[04:30.00]Like to share it with you now.
[04:30.00]'jim said it's trouble deep
[04:30.00]It's nothing new to him
[04:30.00]He said he follows up those dreams
[04:30.00]They're chapters in a book
[04:30.00]He said now listen I shall read
[04:30.00]"One time at sundown I looked upon the rocks
[04:30.00]Knowing I'm going back to pick up what I dropped
[04:30.00]So long ago. It's not a price I have to pay.
[04:30.00]It's not some kind of dance away." jim told me：
[04:30.00]Over and over as I walk home from work
[04:30.00]That's when the sweet things come to life
[04:30.00]Watchin the planes come down
[04:30.00]Thinking of paradise jim told me
[04:30.00]"One time at sundown
[04:30.00]I only mention it to say
[04:30.00]That love is a savage thing must have its way
[04:30.00]My room's a window a window like the wind.
[04:30.00]It's hard to explain these things."
[04:30.00]Jim's feeling far removed from words like
[04:30.00]These.
[04:30.00]I listen close he said
[04:30.00]" must have it's way over and over and over"
[04:30.00]One time at sundown one time at sundown.'