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