peter and lou would skate,
on winters frozen lake,
circling around all their friends,
laughing wherever they went,
they’re catching the morning plane,
sending the rest by plane,
hangin their skates on the wall,
taking their turn and that’s all.
with brushes and canvas,macromae handcrafts,
and betsy smith singing the blues.
a chorus for peter and lou.
now lonliness has a way,
of hanging around all day,
i’m standing alone on the ice,
wondering if maybe they’d been right.so…..
la la la la la la repeat
so if i miss them
i’ll go back and listen
to bessy smith singing the blue,
in a chorus for peter and lous