[Verse 1] I do not sing this, I say it the way one says a street name the rain, the awning, the small café the hour that stays the same [Chorus] And the accordion knows what I will not admit and the accordion knows and it does not make a thing of it [Verse 2] My coat is old, my shoes are worn my love was neither kind nor cruel he simply went, as weather goes and left me to the rule
