i finally wrote you the letternw/ all the things i've been meaning to saynbut i was walking to your apartmentn& the letter fell out of my pocket on the waynseven pages on 16th streetni lost my words under tires & feetn& you'll probably never have a cluencoz i'll probably never say a thing to younni've been watching out the window of the busnevery time it passes bynjust to see if you were outsidensmoking cigarettes & passing timeni think of things that i wanted to saynwhen i ride by almost every daynbut you'll probably never have a clue cozni'll probably never say these things to youn