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 cafe
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
but 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
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
Cause all that's left now
Are my dreams and memories
But I'm glad you came
through my life
And put your stain on me
And I see you in every cab
that goes by in the strangers
At every cross road in every bar
And I see you in every cab
that goes by in the strangers
At every cross road in every bar
And I see you in every cab
that goes by in the strangers
At every cross road in every bar