I believe I lost my train of thought
At the "Oh My, Did You Hear Him
Talking About Sylvia Plath Like That
Junction"
I believe I lost my guarded heart
At the station ten minutes back
Before we even began starting to speak
Of "all the possibilities and miracles"
That occur in everyday life
Even though we've "been let down so often"
Because we "still believe there's a chance
That cupid could decide"
To be kind again and honest
And we "believe in forever"
I think I lost my mind
Because I must have forgotten
How hurt I've been before
Maybe though
Someday I will meet this man