We talked on the second of December And I told her that our chances were slender And this conversation sounded so familiar Like a welcome mat - a broken blender We walked to a restuarant she'd been to And I looked at her while she was looking into Someone else's mirror - seeing if she's someone too Giving me that deja vu I look back And I see that same old rag (?) He's calling my name He says you're gonna do it again Time is all we need, she finally let out But I see her drawing maps if she can get out Now I wonder which of us will get the axe out And do the final blow I look back And I see that same old rag (?) He's calling my name He says you're gonna do it again Says you're gonna do it again I saw you I said this time it's different I'll know better But I can't keep from loving I have heard that one before