Mar 05, 2003 16:58
Out past the fountain
a left by the station
I start the day
in the usual way
Then think -- well why not --
and stop for a coffee
then begin to recall
things that you say
Pluck up the courage
and snap it's gone again
I start humming "When Doves Cry"
Can someone help me
I think that I'm
Lost here
Lost in a place
called
America