What Was He Wearing - Lambchop

What was he wearing 
What was I doing 
That bittersweet feeling that I was doing something right 
And I drive and I think 
That you are the most beautiful woman I know 
Of course I remember that 
You are ten thousand miles away 
This does not comfort me 
This does nothing to my soul 
I've tried drinking of late 
And smoking dope for about two weeks straight 
Today I was knowing that it was over 
Perhaps things have just run its course 
Perhaps i'm just tired of it 
But now I see things a bit clearer 
I saw an aging hippie walkin with several jugs of sunshine water 
I saw a black and white cat get out of my car 
And I called to her and she meowed to me 
And cautiously I moved toward her 
And as she moved away this was her kitty(?) 
This time I turned and forced my key into the lock 
Dammit I forgot the cigarretes again 
And I hoped to return home from the big night on the town 
But now I have to go out into the night 
Down the street through the zanie's parking lot 
And get in line at the scot 
And mumble my request and stare at strangers 
And wish that I just could have remembered, damn