drove all over lookin’ for ya’…went up to Windsor and searched…strip clubs on the outskirts and massage parlors downtown where girls’ll do anything for a buck or two…knew you liked those kind’a places…used to talk ’bout ’em all the time…spoke ’bout girls with warm eyes and cold souls…asked ya’ what you wanted with a woman like that…said ya’ paid ’em to leave…leave anyway…might as well get it over with quickly…

went down to Chicago and thought i saw you hangin’ out on the Northside of town where all the white people are…could’a swore i seen ya’ amongst the yuppies and kids walkin’ round Lincoln Park in bars and taverns with cute names like…Duke of Perth…Flannagan’s…Scottish or some fake Irish joint you’d fallen into years ago…said ya’ liked a pint or two…

took a bus to New York…see if i could find ya’ up there…in crowds of people callin’ out your name…seein’ signs that read GIRLS…GIRLS…GIRLS…PRIVATE VIEWING BOOTHS…DOLLAR TOKENS…some Indian guy said I just missed ya’…said ya’d been comin’ in there quite a bit…watchin’ movies…cruisin’ the video aisles and magazine racks…described ya’ perfectly…to a tee…wearin’ that same jacket mom bought ya’ three Christmas’s ago…back when ya’ used to come home for holidays…family gatherin’s…

somethin’ happened to ya’…hard to describe…grew this hard cover shell that protected ya’ ‘gainst pain…love would just bounce off of it…never ‘gain would it strike ya’ close to the heart…

guess ya’ deserve that…i’m guessin’…