Hello, old friend:
I was searching for that tall dark and handsome
On every street corner.
In the squares, on the street, in the hallowed halls of knowledge
Where were we, where were you?
I saw you dissapper around every corner
And step on every bus
Saw you face in window reflections
And if only I had been one step ahead I would have bumped into you.
I am waiting, I am singing
I am welcoming you home