Once in a While

Once in a while,
I would call asking only to find you there.
Once in a while,
I would call asking only to know.
And once you were mine long ago
when the evening was warm and free.
Once you were mine when the evening was full with that glow.

And who could have known we’d have flown
far away from the way were were,
knowing the way we were
once in a while,
once in a while?

And who could have known we’d have flown
like two birds to another place,
only to find our space
once in a while,
once in a while?