First one, then the second
A fleeting glimpse
A passing in the night
I spoke to him as if we had been strangers.
I didn't speak to you though we could have been strangers too.
Time heals, but love never dies.
The guilt comes back with the memories.
The language and the fun and the paranoia.
Who is Lorien anyway?
That bright guiding light,
but she got pregnant,
So I just kept playing, and playing around
and listening to your songs down the telephone line.
Guitar never sounded so sweet.
I never heard your album
but I saw your name in the Rolling Stone.
Cynthia eat your heart out
Mine had the biggest
Fingers on Frets
Sliding up strings
Sorry I was too wasted.
I wish I could have talked to you,