The rain soaks through my pores,
And covers my bones,
I am lost in this town,
That's all I know.
He steps out from the shadows,
With the perfectly coiffed hair,
And the cat eyes,
What an elegant affair.
That sexy leather jacket,
That looks like James Dean,
I am taken aback,
By the magic within.
Not a connection,
Not love at first sight,
I'm just taken away,
By the loneliness of the night.
Pub life is for friends,
For people you know,
Or strangers who yearn,
It's a story, not a show.
He buys me a pint,
Doesn't bother to charm me,
He looks bored and unafraid,
He is the ship, I am the sea.
And the next moment in his car,
Driving away from the city,
Not going too far,
He's not you, what a pity.
I kiss him, un-enthused,
Who does he look like?
With a warm cold smile?
David Bowie, the enigma,
I'll take this for a while.
