I don't know where I went last night What bar, what park, what beach Did I cross to the other side Or just move in-between Yet the uncontrollable apprehensions remain A distinct sense of guilt That faint sense of perfume What dark thoughts My mind's a blank but for a faint reminiscence
Was she real, or maybe a dream But last night I slept from 7 o'clock Right through to this morning I rested well apart from a recurring nightmare So when the homicide people ask me questions I'll tell them about my dreams