I wonder, from time to time,
If I still happen to cross your mind?
Because I have not forgotten you,
and in my head your face often comes to view.
Every time I hear the sirens in my city,
I hope that no harm has come to you, pretty.
And that would seem a foolish thought,
because the only place I’m close to is where you’re not.
But I know I’ll continue to think of you each day,
and hope that my image occasionally drifts your minds way.