I think of you as a time of day

Late afternoon in the windowpane

When dust in the sunlight hangs in space

I think of you as a time of day

I picture you in the monarch's wing

Paisley of orange fluttering

Its soft resilience in the wind

I picture you in the monarch's wing

Butterflies and certain times

Jangling keys in checkout lines

I couldn't even tell you why

Certain things remind me of you

I smell her in the seasons change

Those suddenly in between days

It's neither longing nor malaise

I smell her in the seasons change

I smile at the heavy moon

Embroiled in the midnight blue

It's full and vibrant - just like you

I smile at the heavy moon moon

Late July and starry skies

An autumn open windows night

I couldn't even tell you why

Certain things remind me of you

I feel you in the field of grass

Those lush blades against my back

Dog days dreaming of the past

I feel you in the field of grass

Short bermuda, tall feskew

Clover, crab, Kentucky blue

I can't always predict it, too

Why certain things remind me of you

How certain things remind me of you

Yes, certain things remind me of you