Like a motor coach, you came
and left without a why to blame.
Before you, I knew nothing
nothing at all.
Left alone with my own whys to answer
my heart broke low and slow behind the mirror.
Before you, I knew nothing
nothing at all.
I laugh about it now, cause since your return
your whys and mine, together they burn.
(Ha! I still don't know nothing, nothing at all.)
