A warm spring night under the skyscrapers I stand under a blossoming tree Each flower burning and sparkling in orange light As a street lamp burns From within its tangled branches. The beautiful sight takes me back to Nashville last spring, And you - shimmering under a blossom tree too. You, me, and a friend, How I wished then that you could be mine, The music of your spirit still ringing in my ears, The music of your pre...