Two weeks since you've gonenAnd I feel like the trampnPicking dustbins in the alley.nHe looks up as I passnClutching rags from a city's restless nightnnI could read all my sadnessnIn faces I knewnDown at Kelly's bar last FridaynAnd I haven't been back since I mistooknSomebody for a friendnnAnd if I walk these streets long enoughnWill you happen to me again?nWith whom are you sharingnThe sweet taste of summer? nMy memories pursue younLike puddles of rainnThe river inside me still flownTo the sea of your handsnnAnd if I close my eyes for a whilenWill you happen to me again?