Blondie, Blondie Prism

I’m fine, thanks for asking
I hope that you are too
I don’t suppose you lead me on
I don’t suppose you say the right thing

But for that someone, someone else
Not for me it was written on the wind
And not on a breeze

A most but not really
So close but not really

I don’t suppose you knew what’s done
I don’t suppose you have a conviction
That was strangers who have no intimacy
Cause of pieces from the kingdom lost at sea
Little slithers in the crowd in between
That was someone, someone else, not for me