Falling in love at the Columns Hotel
One Sunday afternoon with you
Music was playing games with my memory
My mind was a-fizz with champagne
My head, it was spinning,
You looked rather faint
Then lucky for us it rained
That Sunday afternoon at the Columns Hotel
Falling in love at the Columns Hotel
One Sunday afternoon with you
A chorus of crickets, the tinkling of gla**
The uneven rhythm of the streetcars pa**
Framed in the doorway, tethered by a song
We could have made a scene
Had not that waiter come along
That Sunday afternoon at the Columns Hotel
We traded stories, we told too much
Though it seems we hardly spoke a word
As you gathered phrases to splice in a poem
I gathered lines to tie in this song
Falling in love at the Columns Hotel
One Sunday afternoon with you
Sometime between the salmon and the cheescake
My heart went a-flutter and I went over the brink
And as we were falling with ease to the breeze
My heart was composing this harmony
For Sundays with you were emeralds and diamonds,
Gershwin and Porter, the moment was timeless
That Sunday afternoon at the Columns Hotel