an image from a long long time ago
is haunting me
it plays itself with
picture perfect clarity
a certain walk, a certain talk
forever twenty three
for only me to see

i watch it like a movie
the details so consume me
what's real will surface when it's gone
(and then it's gone)

by now you've heard the news
what is there left to do

i watch it like a movie
the details so consume me
what's real will surface when it's gone
(and then it's gone)

yr face looks so familiar
unwashed and quite peculiar
no i can't say that i recall
i guess it's gone