She lays on a couch
In a basement
Somewhere in Southeast DC
Reading a Grisham novel
Far from home
We told each other our names
The reasons why we came
And in the end
We went our separate ways

So I may never see her again
May never hear her voice, see her smile
The story may be short and
Roads run long
There are jokes she may remember
There are lines you can’t forget
But memories may not last and
Rights go wrong

She sits at the corner
Of the table
On the far side of the room
Her curly hair still tied back
From her face
The time ran shorter still
We’ll do just what we will
And in the end
We went our separate ways

So I may never see her again
May never hear her voice, see her smile
The story may be short and
Roads run long
There are jokes she may remember
There are lines you can’t forget
But memories may not last and
Rights go wrong

We told each other our names
The reasons why we came
And in the end
We went our separate ways . . .