an image from a long long time ago
is haunting me, it plays itself with
picture perfect clarity
a certain walk a certain talk
-forever twenty-three-
for only me to see
chorus:
I watch it like a movie
the details so consume me
what's real will surface when it's gone
(and then it's gone)

by now you've heard the news
what is there left to do
chorus:
I watch it like a movie
the details so consume me
what's real will surface when it's gone
(and then it's gone)

your face looks so familiar
unwashed and quite peculiar
no I can't say that I recall
I guess it's gone