That we stripped down to our skin?
Like bathers in a painting
And I told you of your past lives
Every man you′ve ever been
But you listened like it mattered
Some October, in the future
And I′ll be feeling lonely
Sing the song you wrote about me
Never once checking the words
I hope that no one sings along
I hope that I am not a regular
In the next one, will you find me?
I'll be the boy with the pink carnation pinned to my lapel
Who looks like hell and asks for help
And if you do, I'll know it′s you
I can′t imagine you without
The same smile in your eyes
There is something about you
That I will always recognize
And if you don't remember
You know the ones (I know the ones)
And the winter lunar halo
And the walk we took in the redwoods
I could go on and on and on and I will
Go on and on and on until