past imperfect

excuse me

could i use your pen

i have mislaid my own

somewhere out here in space and time

between this place and home

maybe she lies on the subway platform

forsaken and forlorn

all of this and more and that's not all

i can't recall

what was on my mind in amsterdam

in 1984?

and what did i want from the pouring rain

was it phonographic score?

and why was my head in the unmade bed

with a girl who's name i lost?

i can't unwrite the tune

or discount the cost

i can't recall

i met a bartender at 3 of clubs

which is somewhere in la

i thought

maybe

he was a friend of mine

i almost knew his face

reluctantly impressionist

no star to chart my course

ships pass in the night and take on board

more than i recall

excuse me

could i use your pen

i have mislaid my own

somewhere out here in all this space and time

between this place and home

maybe she lies on the check out station

forsaken and forlorn

i've half a mind to find myself

and half. i can't recall

precise coordinates

i can't recall

entire relationships

i can't recall

the colour of her eyes

or the feeling of her skin

pressing against mine

i can't recall