She confessed her love to me.
Then she vanished on the breeze.
Trying to hold on to that.
Was just impossible.
Closer to ethereal.
With a kind of down to earth flavor.
Close my eyes.
It’s three in the afternoon.
Then I realize.
That she’s really gone for good.
Anybody seen my baby.
Anybody seen her around.
Love has gone and made me blind.
I’ve looked but I just can’t find.
She has gotten lost in the crowd.
I was flippin’ magazines.
In that place on Mercer Street.
When I thought I spotted her.
