When it Come to You and Me

I never know what will be,
in the quiet morning hours,
when it comes to you and me;

It seems as if there is no we,
and nothing to be called ours,
I never know what will be

Or what will not. Feel free
to stop and smell all the flowers
when it comes to you and me.

Are they sweet? Possibly,
but it seems ev'rything just sours,
I never know what will be.

It might end up differently,
maybe, Time always devours
when it comes to you and me.

Leaving us alone and empty
awaiting fresh Spring showers,
I never know what will be
when it comes to you and me.