What Was He Wearing?

What was he wearing? What was I doing? That bittersweet feeling that I was doing something right And I drive and I think That you are the most beautiful woman I know Of course, I remember that You are ten thousand miles away This does not comfort me This does nothing to my soul, my soul I've tried drinking of late And smoking dope for about two weeks straight Today I was knowing that it was over Perhaps things have just run its course Perhaps I'm just tired of it But now I see things a bit clearer I saw an aging hippie walkin' with several jugs of sunshine water I saw a black and white cat get out of my car And I called to her and she meowed to me And cautiously I moved toward her And as she moved away this was her kitty This time I turned and forced my key into the lock Dammit, I forgot the cigarettes again And I hoped to return home from the big night on the town But now I have to go out into the night And down the street through the Zanie's parking lot And get in line at the scot And mumble my request and stare at strangers And wish that I just could have remembered, damn, damn