Icu

I wake up some mornings

Thank God not as often as I used to

Slow and heavy from dreams with you

You've found a way back in

Once again, my long lost friend

Funny to see, that after all these years, I miss you the same

So I drag myself to the corner cafe

And for a second I see you there

Like in the good old days

And I wonder what you're doing

What are you up to these days?

I sometimes wish you would call me

But then I wouldn't know what to say

And Icu

In every cab that goes by

In the strangers at every crossroad

In every bar

Icu

In every cab that goes by

In the strangers at every crossroad

In every bar

It takes a glass or two

For it to settle down

For your shadow to stop following me around

I find myself walking back

To all the places we knew

Dreaming and wishing

To somehow run into you

And of course, I wonder

Does it happen to you?

Does my ghost ever come looking for you?

'Cause all that's left now are my dreams and memories

But I'm glad you came through my life

And put your stain on me

And Icu

In every cab that goes by

In the strangers at every crossroad

In every bar

And Icu

In every cab that goes by

In the strangers at every crossroad

In every bar

And Icu

In every cab that goes by

And the strangers at every crossroad

In every bar