The 4A

I was on my way

When the great quake of '89 began to shake

We were going to meet

Under the lights, under the tree

On Alameda Street



And so they say

Let them go

And if they come back again



Three days away

And I see you across that crowded space

I looked around and around

Thinking you were in

Outer space



So I'll ride and I'll ride

Without you by my side



Eight years since

I wonder where she's been

Life has its tricks and funny games

But sometimes we learn along the way