53.Roadkill
The feel of my arm around your waist, the pale blue nightdress
that you wore.
Your hair in braids, your sailor top：the things i don't see
anymore.
You lost your suitcase in my hotel room, a subway token from
your ma.
The sun reflecting off the water on your face ＆ the way you
drove your car.
All these things i can't forget tho' i don't see you anymore.
Drove to the airport thru' a traffic jam; a deer lay dying in
the road.
Maybe i should have seen it as some kind of sign, except i don't
believe in them no more.
No, no - but i believe these things i can't forget, tho' i don't
see you anymore.
Yes, i believe these things i can't forget, 'cos i see them -
tho' i don't see you anymore.
| 
