Virginia, you're a state of mind
A young girl with tussled hair and a warbling voice,
I would've enjoyed kissing someone so kind

But now Virginia, I believe we've both abandoned those thoughts
I can't seem to find you anywhere in this building or this head
Loping along, I wonder if you've drifted off

It means so little, you're late afternoon confession
It's easy to stand around and wonder what could've been
When I ought to be working towards my unsteady profession

Virginia, you're a whim on the wind
One that I dare not belittle or forget or act upon
I hope what you said wasn't meant to make me bend