Tommy Bolin

Slowly that scent reaches me,
The perfume you wear I can't forget.
Floating so lightly 'pon the air,
Just like the smoke from a cigarette.
I just turned around and there you were,
Returning almost faster than you'd gone.
My, but times been good to you,
Sleek and graceful as a swan.
And by the way, hello again.
I'm so pleased to have your company.
We'll count the stars under misty sky,