Should there be some reason
Why you invade my thoughts
When I am least expecting your knock
And you have no business to come calling.
Or is it that you think of me
At odd times and without any rhyme or reason
And your thoughts make way to me
Through the dense fog of everyday living
It might even be that your thoughts punctuates
My every day stupid living
And every time I stop to catch my breath from this living
I think of you.