text: Its a case I guess of paradise lost
  Ten years back on the hands of the clock
  In that little house on Mansfield
  On your old block
  Sometimes the magic of the past is all weve got
  Just you and me at a crossroads then
  Isnt it funny how we were old friends
  Accidentally thrown together
  Did we intend
  To be the romantic novel you never want to end
  And its the contact of the eye that meets across a crowded room
  And how I kind of wound up the lyrics to your tune
  You said, Funny but it feels like Ive known you all my life
  And how it might feel to kiss you on the mouth tonight
  In between the Star of David and the California moon
  The Santa Ana winds blew warm into your room
  We were crazy, wild and running
  Blind to the change to come
  In that little house on Mansfield
  Wed wake at the break of dawn
  In an Indian summer gone
  In the candlelight I can recall
  Your naked shadow looking ten feet tall
  Like a wild pony dancing
  Along the wall
  Off balance I found love the only place to fall
  Wed wake at the break of dawn
  In an Indian summer gone