I don’t know why I thought of her after all of these years
Could it be she’s alone or is she even still here
Is she somewhere remembering or does she remember at all
I think I’ll find me a dime and give my old memory a call
Don’t know why I believe she’d have reason to think about me
But there was one night when we built a fire
The whole world could see
Am I all by myself in thinking it mattered at all
I think I’ll find me a dime and give my old memory a call
If she answers the phone should I just say «Hi babe, it’s me»
Or could there be more than one me and her memory
Is she still feeling me, or did I ever touch her at all?
I think I’ll find me a dime and give my old memory a call