We'll be together in the springtime
She goes away today
He gives her a photo to help her remember
History of Art, B A
It's alright 'cause she's back in late November
But he knows not of who she's mixing
By Christmas, she's lying, no calling, she tricks him
So he goes up to stay
He don't like her friends and he hadn't heard of Nietzsche
She's seems so far away
And the distance is further each time he meets her
Who's the bloke on the wall next to Ringo and Paul?
"It's Che", she says, have you seen him before?
Open your window, won't you let her out?
Wave goodbye to the butterfly, the one you can't be without
Open your window, won't you set her free?
Where you are isn't where she's at or the place she's meant to be
He thinks they've grown apart
Now she uses big words like surreal and genre
And I know it breaks his heart
There's thousands of fellas that like it before you
Does the bloke on the wall next to Ringo and Paul
Mean she's some kind of expert on guerrilla war?
Open your window, won't you let her out?
Wave goodbye to the butterfly, the one you can't be without
Open your window, won't you set her free?
Where you are isn't where she's at or the place she's meant to be
Open your window, won't you let her out?
Wave bye bye, bye, the one you can't be without
We'll be together in the springtime
And the sun will shine