The concert was good
And we took a taxi home
Two bags full of music
I couldn't sleep on my own
Why were you so worried?
I couldn't understand you
You said you'd be a gentleman
But did I really want you to?
I saw you in the morning
But you were too sleepy to speak
I saw you in the evening
Cut your hair and played my song
What about the third man?
Will you meet me tomorrow?
Will you still be my friend next week?
Even remember me?