I search for him in my dreams
For twenty years I´ve searched in vain
I get so close, I just want to scream
Don´t know why it causes so much extreme pain
I knew him well twenty years ago
To his restaurant every night we would all go
That was when I lived in Europe
At the time Enzo helped me get through it
I taught him English with an old Sears catalog
he let us girls hang out there even when we were rowdy
When I´d had enough Lambrusco he´d tell me it was time to go
Said you have to drive, need a clear head, or do you need a ride
Just one time while in my sleep
Into my dream I wish Enzo would creep
This is my wish and my desire to finally find him
Then I could rest. I would say "hey Enzo, where have been?
I've searched for you all of the years, what does it mean."
If I were to see you today, I question if you'd even remember me.