I saw you walking out Or was it just a bad dream A face in the crowd A figure moving downstream I remembered when I watched you float away In a river of your own tears To a sea of self contempt In a watercolor painting With the secrets that you kept I should have held that thought Instead I let it hold me Could I have intervened Was I too quick to let go What if I had tried to teach you how to swim Maybe you'd be ok Maybe you already are Maybe you're still sleeping In the backseat of my car I saw you walking out Or was it just a bad dream A ghost in the crowd A memory with no name Now I'm wondering if your number's still the same