I think I lost it in the fog somewhere along the way, but not sure where
It might have been lost when I shaved off the last of my hair
Could have fallen from my pocket and slipped down the back of a chair
Or simply eroded away through a complete lack of care...
Who knows what actually happened to the damned thing?
Did it get covered in too much soap and slip off like a ring?
Maybe it vanished when I was pre-occupied with a minor thing
Or someone sat in my seat and stole it when I got up to sing...
It could possibly have got lost when my mind was pre-occupied with nookie
Or gambled away the last time I paid a visit to the bookie
What if I thought I was Han Solo and it was robbed by a wookie
Or maybe I had my fortune and let it crumble like a cookie...
What if it disappeared in somebody else's thoughts
Got lost in the lines between the crosses and noughts
Was taken from me by frowning judges in the courts
Or pick-pocketed by street urchins in dirty trainers and shorts...
I suppose it may never have been there in the first place
Went when I was sprinting for the line but in the wrong race
Or got lost like a satellite drifting through space
Packed the fucking thing in the wrong fucking case...
I think I lost it in the fog somewhere along the way but not sure where
Dropped it when I stopped to light a cigarette for us to share
It could have been stolen whilst camping by a grizzly bear
It's quite possible I am actually looking for something that was never really there...
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