ICU

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 But 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 (bis) 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