| Oh Louisa, oh my darling |
| It wasn’t supposed to be this way |
| Who’d have thought, after all |
| It wasn’t supposed to be this way |
| But I was wrong, (and here is where you have to |
| Imagine the rest) |
| Wrong |
| I was wrong, (It's different than words now) |
| On a missing person afternoon |
| It’s a Monet, like a daydream |
| Glowing in the wandering light |
| You had an angle, I had mine |
| Needles in the haystack |
| But I was wrong (and here is where you have to |
| Imagine the rest) |
| Wrong |
| I was wrong, (It's different than words now) |
| On a missing person afternoon |
| I imagine where you are, I imagine what you can see |
| I imagine where you are, what you can see |
| I’ll remember you, but I imagine |
| Almost in the same breath |
| The colors fade, in the dusk |
| You pull your sweater close around you |
| I was wrong, (there's a mystery on the road tonight) |
| Wrong |
| I was wrong, (and either way it’s a leap of faith) |
| On a missing person afternoon |
| Missing person afternoon |
| Missing person afternoon |