you had the greatest voice,
i had the highest fever.
you were a red haired beauty
with a knack for drinking
i was thinking
as i always do

it wasn't me, it wasn't you
and it wasn't the cold cold windy city
it wasn't the fall or the rain
or the gutters
or the cars

it wasn't the lake
or the highway
or the bridges crossing over
and it couldn't be the animals in their cages
and it couldn't be the people in their places
because it wasn't
holding hands
it wasn't three second love
it wasn't white teeth and kisses
it wasn't golden hands and wrists swinging
or necklaces
swinging
don't tell me
it was the sky
or the night
or the clear breeze blowing

it was caught up in the moment
caught all up in the moment and knowing,
knowing
it wouldn't work