ICU

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 (bis)

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 ?

and I see you....