Seeing Things
It was in the winter on a busy crossroads
Saw a man about your height just walking
Same kind of shoulders, same kind of new clothes
Couldn't believe it so I chased you down fast and I caught up
And I stopped
And tapped your arm
And waved and said, "Hello"
But it was just a stranger
I think I'm seeing things that are not there (See—, not there)
I think I'm seeing things
I think I'm seeing shadows of your hair (See—, not there)
I think I'm seeing things, I think I'm seeing things, I think I'm seeing things
Keep staring through the glass to find you
You're a ghost now, maybe a reflection
In fact, I'm certain I just saw you in the window
I was just browsing when I met your eye
Couldn't believe it so I reached my fingers out to touch your face
In the pane
And turned around to speak and say your name
You vanished into thin air
I think I'm seeing things that are not there (See—, not there)
I think I'm seeing things
I think I'm seeing shadows of your hair (See—, not there)
I think I'm seeing things, I think I'm seeing things, I think I'm seeing things
Keep staring through the glass to find you
To find you
To find you
To find you
To find you
Find you
Find you
Find you
