They sat together in the park as the evening sky grew dark.
She looked at him
and he felt a spark tingle to his bone.
It was then that he felt alone
and wished that he'd gone straight and
watched out for a simple twist of fate.
They
walked along by the old canal,
a little confused I remember well,
stopped into that strange hotel with neon burning bright.
He felt the heat of the night.
It
hit him like a freight train moving with a simple twist of fate.
A saxophone someplace far off play.
She was walking down by the arcade.
She heard the melody rise and fade.
The sun was coming up.
She dropped a coin in the cup
of a blind man at the gate.
Forgot about that simple twist of fate.
He woke up.
She was gone.
He didn't see nothing but the dawn.
He got out of bed and put his clothes back on
and pushed back the blinds.
He found a note she left behind
to which he just could not relay.
Brought on by a simple twist of fate.
He hears the ticking of the clocks.
He walks alone through the city blocks and hunts her down
by the waterfront docks where the sailors are all rolling.
Maybe he'll spot her there once again.
How
long must he wait
once more for the simple twist of fate?
People tell me it's a crime
to know too much for too long a time.
She should have caught me in my prime.
She would have stayed with me.
Instead of going off to sea
and leaving me to meditate upon that simple twist of fate.
People tell me it's a sin to know and feel too much within.
I still believe she was my twin,
but I lost the ring.
She was born in spring.
And I was born too late to blame it on a simple twist of fate.