I thought that we were really lovers    

I thought that you knew what I knew    

I thought that we were one another    

in the shadow of our secret room    

But I never knew you     

Never really knew you     

Never really knew you     

I saw the stars outside my window    

I felt the wind come blowing thru    

I felt the curtains dance around me    

I thought that you could feel it too    

But I never knew you . . .    

I thought I saw you at my window    

last night when you were looking thru    

but it was just my own reflection     

in the face of the Alabama moon     

But I never knew you . . .      

for Phoebe Claire Publishing, LLC 2001