Fishermen fill the horizon beyond the hill

As I make my way to the bakery by the mill

I smell the sweet bread in the air

And your perfume in your hair.

Every step is heartbeat

To the that very first glance

You are dealing with a customer

But you gesture with your hands

New loved has such electricity

Such love could power an entire city

And the cake is so fresh from the oven

my heart beats by the dozen

I never met you at this time

Never stood in that bakery – or even in that line!

It was just your story

About your first love

I wished that it was me.

With my guitar I turned and left

And wrote this vicarious tune

I wonder if you even noticed me

That lonely afternoon.