Tonight, I love you
the way the sky loves the moon,
the way trees
love their leaves,
the way loss
loves minor tunes.
Tonight, I love you
just as the sea loves the waves,
just as blooms
love their Junes,
just as welcomes
love doorways.
Don’t you hear
there’s a question in the air
and it smells like rain,
the rain that’s yet to come.
Can’t you hear
there’s a humming in the air
and it smells like rain,
the rain that’s yet to come.
Tonight, I love you
the way the earth loves the rain,
the way jazz
loves pizzazz
the way mornings
love champagne.
Tonight, I need you
the way the rain needs the sky,
the way blue
needs light, too,
the way questions
need their whys.
Don’t you hear
there’s a question in the air
and it smells like rain,
the rain that’s yet to come.
Can’t you hear
there’s a wonder in the air
and it smells like rain,
the rain that’s yet to come.