I'm the green young gentleman, and you're the lady with the past

I admit I'm insecure about how long we will last

I sort through in my mind the little that I know

But the only things I find from where my musings go

Is that kind of confusion that just makes more questions come

About the wild and shady world that you must have wondered from

You see, I have no real complaints of how you've left your past behind

I guess what gets me worried is you've erased him from your mind



I wonder what happened to him

Your past is a canyon

I'm a stranger on the rim

Looking down below

To where it's misty and dim

But, where there's still shining

A faint glow from a light

It makes me wonder where he is tonight



That drawer of your old photographs sits there like detective's leads

With the packet full of letters that I do not dare to read

And then there is that negligee that is made for candlelight

You know, I've never seen you wear it, was it used the other nights?

You see, dream-lover of a lady, what shakes me to the core

Is the thought as you caress me, you've done this all before

I think about the future with me out and others in

Will I, too, have disappeared like I've never ever been?



I wondered what happened to him ...