I don't know where I went last night What bar what park what beach Did I cross to the other side Or just move in-between Yet the uncontrollable apprehensions remain Distinct sense of guilt That faint sense of perfume What dark thoughts
My mind's a blank but for a faint reminiscence Was she real, or maybe a dream But last night I slept from 7 o' clock Right through to this morning I rested well apart from a recurring nightmare So when the homicide people ask me questions I'll tell them about my dreams...