Cecily Smith

The war was over, I was living with my folks

I yelled upstairs: Hey ma, I'm off to grab some smokes

And my father called: Why you need to smoke so late?

I lied, I had a date

Free of my folks' enslavement

Skipping along the pavement

To see a brunnette, who I never met

But I never would forget

How she looked in that dress

How she stook out her hand and said

My name is Cecily Smith

And I hope you like music

'Cause I've got two tickets for La Traviata

That's when I said: I hate opera!

She laughed and said

Well lucky for you that you're with Cecily Smith

Who cares what you are listening to, it's who you're listening with

We take our seats, her hands werefolded in her lap

If not a kiss, then I at least will get a nap

So I close my eyes as the orchestra begins

Then I hear violins, and the hair on my neck was rising

A feeling new and surprising

But it wasn't the sound that made my heart pound

No, it was because I found that her hand was in mine

And that's where it will stay until they play the final chord

She says: Were you bored?

And I said: I guess it wasn't quite so bad

It was the best time that I'd ever had

She laughed and said: Well lucky for you, I got seats to Beethoven's Fifth

Who cares what you're listening to, it's who you're listening with

A perfect wife

A perfect life

Time exploded, like a bullet from a gun

A week, a year, and then a marriage and a son

And a rental where I still can hear her laugh

When I play the phonograph!

So I let the music guide me

And Cecily sits beside me

A girl of nineteen

With a nervous marine

Feel her head begin to lean

As the melody soars

And though it was real

It doesn't feel like it could be

That night when you said to me

I've got two tickets for La Traviata

It's sad but true

How much I miss you

I miss you, Cecily Smith

Life is not the things that we do, it's who we're doing them with