Perhaps things have just run its course
And get in line at the scot
But now l see things a bit clearer
Today l was knowing that it was over
And mumble my request and stare at strangers
This does not comfort me
Perhaps l'm just tired of it
And smoking dope for about two weeks straight
I've tried drinking of late
And down the street through the Zanie's parking lot
That bittersweet feeling that l was doing something right
And cautiously l moved toward her
This does nothing to my soul, my soul
That you are the most beautiful woman I know
And as she moved away this was her kitty
Of course, l remember that
This time l turned and forced my key into the lock
And l drive and l think
I saw an aging hippie walkin' with several jugs of sunshine water
And l called to her and she meowed to me
And l hoped to return home from the big night on the town
But now l have to go out into the night
I saw a black and white cat get out of my car
Dammit, l forgot the cigarettes again
You are ten thousand miles away
