Here, there and again

He can feel the river's current from that time
With the aid of a little music
And a quiet place
To sit and reflect
And remember a young man
Sitting in the dying light
Of an afternoon in the Shenandoah River Valley
Thinking on a girl lying in the sun in Southern California,
Who once turned and smiled and
Sent him swirling off
To the sweet patter of raindrops falling against the window
Where he takes notice of the afternoon light fading on the wall
And hears the same sad tune
And you appear, here and there, again.