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 

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....