MORE FOGGY MORNING STUFF...
One woman sits alone by the phone
One woman wishes she were alone
One woman needs a loving touch
One woman can't be bothered with such
One woman sits in the dark and cries
One woman fills the night with alibis
Who could the other woman be;
Is it just a reflection of me?
Or does she know her place;
Is there not but just a trace
Of a woman who sees a face
Of a woman in another time and place?