I'm not exact but I'm not insane I clutched at someone in the dark again It's so hard to remember her name she never said It was in a story that I wanted to write The details weren't important, the plot was slight No-one asked what happened that night she never said Get out of bed, pull on a shoe I've got a notion what we ought to do Here's a number you can try to ring I'm still thinking about all the things she never said I parked my car by some memories And told my story to the laughing trees They don't know what's wrong with me, she never said