CHEYANNE

In the cafe, near the window
There she was….sitting alone
I just left a friend’s house
Smoked a joint, then headed home.

Stopped to get some coffee
When I heard her call my name
Walked over to her table
No surprise, she looked the same.

CHORUS:

Cheyanne, I can’t believe it
Can’t believe you’ve come back home
Am I asleep…. still dreaming?
I’m so high….I’m pretty stoned.

We sat and talked for hours|
It felt just like old times
Laughing, reminiscing
Bout the days, we left behind

She gave me her new number
Like she did, when we first met
Looking back, so long ago
Those times I can’t forget.

Flashbacks, once upon a time
When things got pretty tough
Me with her, her with him
How did we fuck it up?

CHORUS:

Cheyanne, I can’t believe it
Can’t believe you’ve come back home
Am I asleep …. still dreaming?
I’m so high….I’m pretty stoned.

Everything about her
Her hands, her eyes, her hair
All so captivating
Had to know, that I still cared.

Parted on the corner
Walked a block, then said goodbye
Said she hoped I’d call her
Had to know that I was high.

CHORUS:

Cheyanne, I can’t believe it|
Can’t believe you’ve come back home
Maybe I’m just dreaming|
I’m so high….I’m pretty stoned.

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