I lost my last clear thoughtIn the whirlwind of his hairAnd the speed of my eyes takingAll of him inHe’s searching like a childWho’s lost his favorite soundStrolling like a sheep and trippingOn paved groundHe and ISo much alikeWhy, why notWhy notThe handsTouch on the clockCloserThan I ever thoughtCrossed linesOn a mapLike usThey’ve overlappedWhy, why notWhy, why notWhy, why notLonely is as lonely has beenHe gives me something to believe inI can see better now that it’s darkStrolling like a kid who’s counting starsHe and ISo much alikeWhy, why notWhy, why notWhy, why notHe and ISo much alike