Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue. Thought I heard you talking softly, I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio. Still I can't escape the ghost of you... What has happened to it all? Crazy, some'd say, where is the life that I recognize? Gone away... But I won't cry for yesterday, there's an ordinary world somehow I have to find and as I try to make my way to the ordinary world, I will learn to survive... Passion or coincidence. Once prompted you to say "Pride will tear us both apart"...