Once I crossed a man I knew before

He watched as I waved and I'm sure that he saw me

Written in the dust said "what's it all for?"

I'm sure I don't know but I know it's worth knowing



And how will I know if I was wrong?



Used to know the way he moved around

And the smell of his shirts

And the feel of his body

Hard to comprehend, it happened that way

Maybe I'm wrong, but I think we had something



And how will I know if I was wrong?

How will I know if I was wrong?