There was one time on TV I see this genius--child prodigy or
something--playing the violin
like he was possessed. I almost switch channels, when it
suddenly hits me like a karate chop--
this kid looks like me when I was his age. I just about freak. I try
to get a close look at his eyes.
I could swear one was blue and one was green. I even go call
the station,
but they said they weren't allowed to take messages like that. So
anyways the girl I'm with tells me
I'm nutto and shows me how much coke I'd done. So I guess I let
my imagination run away with me,
but I still think, you know, "What if?"