What was he wearing 

What was i doing 

That bittersweet feeling that i was doing something right 

And i drive and i think 

That you are the most beautiful woman i know 

Of course i remember that 

You are ten thousand miles away 

This does not comfort me 

This does nothing to my soul 

I've tried drinking of late 

And smoking dope for about two weeks straight 

Today i was knowing that it was over 

Perhaps things have just run its course 

Perhaps i'm just tired of it 

But now i see things a bit clearer 

I saw an aging hippie walkin with several jugs of sunshine water 

I saw a black and white cat get out of my car 

And i called to her and she meowed to me 

And cautiously i moved toward her 

And as she moved away this was her kitty(?) 

This time i turned and forced my key into the lock 

Dammit i forgot the cigarretes again 

And i hoped to return home from the big night on the town 

But now i have to go out into the night 

Down the street through the zanie's parking lot 

And get in line at the scot 

And mumble my request and stare at strangers 

And wish that i just could have remembered, damn