Youthful Memories

Always somewhere to go
always somewhere to be
and suddenly she's there
in the middle of the street,
that someone out of nowhere:
the someone you must meet.
Don't look, she'll think I'm crazy.
The world, suddenly sweet as a daisy
for a moment,
then damn,
up and down the street,
she's gone.
You run into an empty lonesome street,
mindless, still humming the silliest song
for a someone you may never meet.
What the hell! O damn, what the hell!
and you are emptier than a peanut shell.
Always somewhere to be
and always somewhere to go
you're stuck in concrete all alone
in the middle of a street to hell
and you keep singing your stupid song.