How are you, how have you been, Sandy
We reveal ourselves in checkpoint lines and true moments of life
Now I wonder through the awkward pauses
that became our new fitch farce of time
Ohhh Thereâ??s no name for this feeling that your absence has defined
Upon your bedside table lies a graveyard of romance
An empty wrapper waited by a jar of rocks from France
A necklace used to magnify your eyes the night I made the first advance
Ohh I did it just to break the ice it neednâ??t be enhanced
How are you, how have you been, I practiced on the drive
Across the square states in between us i do see you alive
I imagine that the first glance would say if there was something to revive
Ohh I got a room in brooklyn i had three days to arrive