The first time that I met you
we were soldiers barely old enough to fight.
We told dirty jokes and shared our smokes
while bombs were lighting up the night.
You whistled 'Shoo Shoo Baby'
and for some reason it always made me less afraid
and though you never made it back
I thought about you every single day.
The next time that we met, you were the girl
that moved into the house next door.
Your mother was a drinker
and we hid her liqueur in your dresser drawer.
I asked if i could kiss you
and you told me only if we closed our eyes,
and when you moved away from me
I dreamt about you every single night
Last night i think i saw you
playing songs in the back corner of a bar.
You played 'Shoo Shoo Baby' and 'Holland, 1945' on your guitar.
Your voice was so familiar,
like a memory i never knew was there
like i've met you before but I can't remember where,
like I've met you before but I can't remember where.