Lyrics:

What does the dove see
There at the window?
A man and woman furious
That picture on the wall
A bluebird in a tree
Something here is not resolved
Time is a crashing thing
That's what the old book says
One day you'll be a saint
I better make my bid
I know the ink is dry
I know they do not lie
I better make my bid
You are remembered well
Putting on your overcoat in June
Slipping off that old corsage;
It's nothing, really, nothing...
What does the dove see
There at the window?
Two people fast asleep
Oh, you were such a clown
Out on the balcony
Time is a stupid thing
That's what you read to me
Watching the birdies fly
You whispered, 'I could die,'
As I recall; it's really nothing

Some things are mot resolved
A picture on a wall
A bluebird in a tree
A bluebird in a tree
You are remembered well
Putting on your overcoat in June
Slipping off that old corsage;
It's nothing, really, nothing...
What does the dove see
There at the window?
These pains are very hard