I wake up some mornings thank God not as often as I used to slow and heavy from dreams with you you’ve found a way back in once again my long lost friend funny to see that after all these years*I miss you the same
So I drag myself to the corner café and for a second I see you there like in the good old days and I wonder what you’re doing ? what are you up to these days ? I sometimes wish you would call me buth then I wouldn’t know what to say
and I see you,in every cab that goes by, in the strangers at every cross road, in every bar
it takes a glass or two for it to settle down for your shadows to stop following me around I find myself walking back to all the places we knew dreaming and wishing to somehow run into you
And of course I wonder does it happen to you ? Does my ghost ever come looking for you ?