David Bowie

The rain soaks through my pores, And covers my bones, I am lost in this town, That's all I know. He steps out from the shadows, With the perfectly coiffed hair, And the cat eyes, What an elegant affair. That sexy leather jacket, That looks like James Dean, I am taken aback, By the magic within. Not a connection, Not love at first sight, I'm just taken away, By the loneliness of the night. Pub life is for friends, For people you know, Or strangers who yearn, It's a story, not a show. He buys me a pint, Doesn't bother to charm me, He looks bored and unafraid, He is the ship, I am the sea. And the next moment in his car, Driving away from the city, Not going too far, He's not you, what a pity. I kiss him, un-enthused, Who does he look like? With a warm cold smile? David Bowie, the enigma, I'll take this for a while.