Sometimes I think of you When old mental maps lead me back down a road paved by your hands Or something makes me think of the person you used to be Sometimes I think of you But not very often Sometimes I dream of you On long black nights when dreams play tricks on tired hearts Making them believe that past is present, and that the present is the vision Sometimes I dream of you But not very often Sometimes I miss you Sometimes I wish you were here because you were the familiar Back when a time when normal existed in routines that were well known If not loved Sometimes I miss you But not very often