An image from a long, long time ago is haunting me It plays itself with picture perfect clarity A certain walk, a certain talk, forever twenty-three For only me to see I watch it like a movie The details so consume me What's real will surface when it's gone And then it's gone By now you've heard the news What is there left to do? I watch it like a movie The details so consume me What's real will surface when it's gone And then it's gone Your face looks so familiar Unwashed and quite peculiar No, I can't say that I recall I guess it's gone