Pavlovia

From Tp Fake Book

It was spring in Pavlovia-a-a,

I was lost, in a maze...

Lysol breezes perfumed the air,

I'd been searching for days.

I found you, in a cul-de-sac,

As bewildered as I--

We touched noses, and suddenly

My heart learned how to fly!

So, together, we found our way,

Shared a pellet, or two

Like an evening in some cafe

Wanting nothing, but you...

Autumn's come to Pavlovia-a-a,

Once again, I'm alone--

Finding sorrow by millivolts,

Back to neurons and bone.

And I think of our moments then,

Never knowing your name--

Nothing's left in Pavlovia,

But the maze, and the game...