We'll be together in the springtime

She goes away today
He gives her a photo to help her remember
History of Art, B A
It's alright 'cause she's back in late November

But he knows not of who she's mixing
By Christmas, she's lying, no calling, she tricks him

So he goes up to stay
He don't like her friends and he hadn't heard of Nietzsche
She's seems so far away
And the distance is further each time he meets her

Who's the bloke on the wall next to Ringo and Paul?
'It's Che', she says, have you seen him before?

Open your window, won't you let her out?
Wave goodbye to the butterfly, the one you can't be without
Open your window, won't you set her free?
Where you are isn't where she's at or the place she's meant to be

He thinks they've grown apart
Now she uses big words like surreal and genre
And I know it breaks his heart
There's thousands of fellas that like it before you

Does the bloke on the wall next to Ringo and Paul
Mean she's some kind of expert on guerrilla war?

Open your window, won't you let her out?
Wave goodbye to the butterfly, the one you can't be without
Open your window, won't you set her free?
Where you are isn't where she's at or the place she's meant to be

Open your window, won't you let her out?
Wave bye bye, bye, the one you can't be without

We'll be together in the springtime
And the sun will shine