Where shall we meet in a next life?
In front of the blue doors of Marakesh
I followed your perfume
and it led me there
perhaps reaching for the same cherry blossom
In old Kyoto
Our hands brushing for a lifetime or a second
I would forget neither
Where shall we laugh again
Over hotdogs and coffee
On Coney Island
watching New Yorkers
drift by
trying to find their place in this world
Where shall we dance again
That lonely square
In Barcelona
Just you and me
and the soft strings
of a heartbroken guitar player
Where shall we kiss again
Under Paris lights
While the mimes softly whisper
to each other
about you
Where shall I find you?
For in this life it is not meant to be
You and I
Where shall I find you?
