This version of this song was recorded live at Club Passim in Cambridge MA on October 3, 2002 by Steve Friedman of Melville Park Studios.

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I was playing a place called the Med Café. I was talking to the guy behind the counter. She walked in, walked up to me and said hello. We started talking and somehow got to taling about afterlife, quantum physics and god in five minutes. Then she was gone. I loved her. I went home and wrote the song. I never knew her name, I never saw her again.

I'd seen her several times before. She smiled when I walked through the door.
I never noticed she was lookin'
I thought that she was beautiful, but never thought much more until
One day when we just started talkin'

I couldn't see through her disguise, dark glasses covered up her eyes
But there was somethin' there that told me
That I had spoke to her before, just when and where I wasn't sure
But when I did I knew she loved me

This was not the first time that my heart had told me
Someone new was an old friend
How could I be wishing now that she could hold me
If I had only met her then

We only talked for minutes but when that time was finished
I knew that we would talk again
Cuz there was somethin' in the way she smiled and stood there
That made me sure it wouldn't be the end

* I'm not sure how I know it
But I have loved that girl many times before
And it's as real as anything I've ever known
And I can't wait to tell her I still love her

I've always kind of understood that even though my life is good
That there's an empty place inside me
And when I look through her disguise I see that same place in her eyes
And know I want her here beside me

This is not the first time that my heart has told me
She is more than just a friend
An' I can't wait until the next time that she holds me
I'm so glad we met again

I can't wait . . . yeah, until she holds me . . .
And tells me that she loves me . . .
I can't wait . . . until I get to tell her
That I'll always love her. Yeah, I can't wait to love her.