heart is pinched again

When you're near, theres such an air of spring about it,
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it,
Theres no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to
Minor,
Everytime we say goodbye.

yesterday we lay in the car in between church and something else and while mel tomei sang from the stereo he said, "this is my favourite song in the whole cd" and we lay there in the quiet and listened. this afternoon i heard it again on kjazz 88.1fm internet radio though it was by ella fitzgerald instead but suddenly it had become another song that made me think of you being here with me and oh my heart ached.