Lyric The Way His Collar Falls

Leif and I are on the train to New York in car 1399.
There s a guy with a quarter in his ear
and I ve seen Leif only once in the past two months.
His hair is sticking up a little in the front. He s losing it just a bit.
When I get home tonight I ll miss him in Hampshire.
I ll miss his glasses and the way he writes in purple pen,
the way his collar falls to the left.
Have you seen his ankles lately?
I know he s next to me.
I feel his sweater here,
but when I m sleeping it s only green sheets and the hair down my legs.
I think I ll write you, Leif, when I m near Tuesday,
sometime before you go and I m back on the train.