Once I crossed a man I knew before He watched as I waved and I'm sure that he saw me Written in the dust said "what's it all for?" I'm sure I don't know but I know it's worth knowing
And how will I know if I was wrong?
Used to know the way he moved around And the smell of his shirts And the feel of his body Hard to comprehend, it happened that way Maybe I'm wrong, but I think we had something
And how will I know if I was wrong? How will I know if I was wrong?
