Sometimes like when walking through the alley love is not the only thing I think of Sometimes love goes like when walking in the dark I forget I am walking to work but who cares like when the wife comes home the husband always does like when I walk to work I want to know when I’ll be there by a woman waiting for her bus and me not thinking of love like the fact that none of this really happened Sometimes I don’t worry about it but sometimes I do Sometimes I don’t think of love but not now.

2 July 1974