I thought I saw you walking
With your trenchcoat in the rain
Yes, I thought I saw you driving
Down those streets past me again
Yes, I drank the table under
And I drank your bitter wine
Yes, I drank the table under
And I drank your bitter wine
Oh, the bells are ringing
And I do not believe for me
Oh, the bells are ringing
And I do not believe for me
Yes, I do not believe for me
I walk on every Monday
With your memories so clear
Yes, I walk on vagrant runways
I think of how you're near