Claire

I first met her at the record store,

She was working there,

And I was buying a record by the Cure.

We got to talking at the till,

She stole my cigarette lighter,

You know I think she’s got it still.

I asked her out and she said maybe,

I had to pass a test,

Like a knight in one of those stories.

I asked her to tell me what I must do,

And she laughed,

And said I had to prove that I was true.

We went dancing the very next night,

I made her laugh,

She was there when I turned out the light.

That summer we were never apart,

If you’d have asked,

I would have said that she stole my heart.

Then one day the moment I woke up,

I turned around,

And it seemed to me I had lost my hope.

The pillow next to me was empty,

Claire had gone,

Not even a letter waiting by the coffee.

I search for Claire all of the time,

No matter where,

I look she will not be found.

Even as I walk through town today,

I hear her laugh,

But when I turn around she’s gone away.