A woman puts cans

On a market shelf.

I say, “Are they tuna”.

She says, “No, milk”.

I say, “Can you tell me

What life is for?”

She says, “I can

But right now I got to go mop up the floor”.

I say, “I guess I got to go

Find out for myself”.

She says, “You can start

By stocking the shelf”.

I say, “But I don’t know

Where anything belongs”.

She says, “II you don’t get it right,

You’ll probably get it wrong”.

I say, “That’s my problem

Two wrongs don’t make a right”.

She says, “I could see your problem

When you first came into sight”.

I say, “What about me

Tipped you off?”

She says, “I think it’s the way

You remind me of my boss”.

The next second can be the best yet.

Recognition can kill regret.

Purity can happen any time.

But you got to see it to kill the crime.

A crowd starts to form around us.

Placing bets.

I say, “What are they betting on?”

She says, “It’s better to forget”.

“But how can I forget

What I don’t even know?”

She says, “That’s the only stuff you can,

The other things never go”.

That’s when I notice

She’s got a pretty smile.

I say, “Would you like to go dancing

For a little while?”

When the last dance plays

I say, “I don’t know your name”.

She says, “I’d rather not tell you,

If it’s all the same”.

She says, “It’s just to make it easy

For you to forget”.

That was thirty years ago.

I remember her yet.

Fact is, she saved me

From forgetting what I never knew.

“Did I tell you about her eyes?

They were the kindest blue”.

The next second can be the best yet.

Recognition can kill regret.

Purity can happen any time.

But you got to see it to kill the crime