'twas an image i could see
full on full on without a doubt
no mistakin’ it for anythin’ else

’twas you an old man now
not bitin’ any necks of 25-year-olds
not ravin’ ’bout potential for long-term
relationship with little chick
from santa cruz

’twas you i saw crossin’ the street near
the corner of near and far
my eyes with razor sharp image
no doubt

’twas gettin’ closer
i let out a soft sigh, licked my lips
waited for short-term overhaul of my memories
of you the once man
of my heart