whiling away

you come to me in that windy noon

and told me i will soon forget
in that stoic way you hold your cigarette
there's no chance i will see you again..

your backseat was full of luggage
living and leaving in that roving style
you come and you love and you go just like that..
sniffing your cigarette,throwing the butts..

you look at me like a face without eyes,
so devoid, so eager to go ..all's a done deal for you.
the wind's so strong , i need to go too
just take me back home, i need a ride...