Rosanna

Rosanna, you're the first thing I remember when I think about what happened, what happened through the years. And I am fine but every now and then

I wonder if you still think of me sometimes, me sometimes like I do.

In the dead of night, at the borderline. In the dead of night.

You show up.

Rosanna, I guess we have changed.

Rosanna, I don't even know your real name and much less I know your number.

I know nothing about you.

Oh my Rosanna, I had hoped it would get better, but somehow you have always, have always been close by. In the dead of night, at the borderline.

In the dead of night.

You show up.

Rosanna,

I guess we have changed.

I wonder how you've been and where you live.

And I wonder if you sometimes think of, of. . .

You show up.

Rosanna, now we're almost strangers.

You show up.

In the dead of night, at the borderline.

In the dead of night