the other evening i was drinking with my friends in no specific frame of mind don t know exactly why i thought of her again and how she mixed her drinks with mine then i found that i was talking about all the little ways she filled my time it s not that i would want her back of course you know it s not like that it must have been the music or the wine i woke up dreaming from a sleepy four a m don t know exactly why i did caught up in memories of the rhythms of her sleep when she was next to me and glad to be and i reached across the darkness but i only touched the vacancy beside me it s not that i would want her back she wasn t all that much in fact i m glad she s gone i m happy to be free you know it really wasn t such a heavy scene i ve had it heavier i m sure it s just these pictures in these signs and magazines why do so many look like her and her vision lingers over all the nights that fade and follow all her memories but it s not that i would want her back it s just the summer night attracting pictures from a dream a world behind me
['psychedelic folk rock']