Growing in my mind Is the picture of a face, Someone that I've known Then lost without a trace
Could she be the one That stares at me from my dreams, Or could she be the creator Of all of my schemes, My scheme
Morning has it's magic As it slides in through my frame, With the first sign of dawn This picture leaves my brain
I search the streets of morning But I never find a trace, Then growing in my mind Is the picture of a face A face A face A face A face A face A face A face