There's a picture in my head:
I can see you and yes, yes
you look handsome  
like
a cold night outside
wearing leather jackets
and
smoking old cigars
and
feeling a bit empty
smiling at the stars.
Oh Baby,
if only you were here
to see this grown up kid
of yours
dancing on the streets
this picture in my head
maybe,
just maybe
wouldn't make me cry.