laying on the side of a freeway
with a bad case of amnesia
singing: 'how could i have lost
what i have never known?'
ive seen your face before
but dont think ive got your name
its on the tip of my tongue
but nothing rings a bell.

in a broken phonebooth
i clutched my wounded side
and whispered all those sweet nothings
through a detached receiver
speaking for the dial tone
i told the operator "i'm yours."