Sencillo / Pista
I have the feeling I've been here before
More often than I choose to tell
And though the view's been twice as clear before
By now I know it pretty well
Those tell-tale things you try to let go by
Are old familiar signs
I know the smile, the look, I know the book
And what's more I've even read between the lines
I've seen the summer turn to fall before
The joke November makes of May
The times I thought I had it all before
Then bit by bit it slipped away
Though on the losing side, that carpet ride
Is always worth a try
I've seen the magic disappear before
I've missed the boat and shed a tear before
The only news when you've been here before
Is who will say goodbye