Let's Play Guitar In A Five Guitar Band

That was the last time I ever saw her-

Through a shop window, sleeves to her elbows.

I walked past and kept on walking

And lit a smoke with my hands shaking.

She was something else

A few summers ago

We spent weeks in her room

Just having sex and listening to jazz

And that was the life.

But I didn't know at the time

Blinds drawn at twelve noon

With daylight pouring through

Projecting lines on her body

Move on, move on, move on

Smoke your smoke and move on

I should go back

See if she's still there

Standing like a statue