Funny day, looking for laughter and finding it there Sunny day, braiding wild flowers and leaves in my hair Picked up a pencil and wrote I love you in my finest hand Wanted to send it, but I don't know where I stand
Telephone, even the sound of your voice is still new All alone in California and talking to you And feeling too foolish and strange to say the words that I had planned I guess it's too early, 'cause I don't know where I stand
Crickets call, courting their ladies in star-dappled green Thickets tall, until the morning comes up like a dream All muted and misty, so drowsy now I'll take what sleep I can I know that I miss you, but I don't know where I stand I know that I miss you, but I don't know where I stand
