came in from a rainy thursday on the avenue
thought i heard you talking softly.
i turned on the lights, the tv, and the radio.
still i cant escape the ghost of you.
what has happened to it all?
crazy, somed say,
where is the life that i recognize?
gone away...


but i wont cry for yesterday, there's an ordinary world
somehow i have to find.
and as i try to make my way to the ordinary world,
i will learn to survive.