Fresh Rag/Make Up

Abegail I wanted to write you
A dream
Maybe it's one I had about you
Maybe I've made it up
It's a mystery for both of us

In it, we were dancing
The way we used to dance
Real, real close
With your face pressed against my cheek
My skin would quiver all over
Hand in hand, I'd lead the way

Where did you go, Abegail?
I used to think about you all of the time
After you died
But I've seen you in the window
And I've talked to you on the phone
Is someone wearing your voice, your face, your clothes, your beautiful stature?

I've waited for you for so long
I'm sure that I can keep waiting
I'm just not sure that you still like me, want me, want this...

...But right now, Abegail, it's all I've ever wanted. What's going around should come back around again, maybe then you'll be more than a friend.