I thought I saw you there
Once on a street in New York City,
with the jazz and the sin in the air
Once on a cold deli freeway,
And it's strange, but it's true,
In a church in downtown New Orleans
I got down on my knees and prayed
And I wept in the arms of Jesus,
for the choice he'd made.
We were just getting to the good part,
just getting past the mystery.
Oh, and it's just like you,
just like you to disagree.
And it's strange, but it's true,
you just slipped out of view
Like your face in a crowd
And you chase me like a shadow
And you haunt me like a ghost
On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota
I thought I saw you there
With the snow falling down around you