Cautious Melody Songtext

Ticket stubs, magazines, assorted mixture: I found your
picture
You stood in the sun.
There is no reason to call it memory. Nor the reckoning of a
personal history.
O the city creates that necessity.
Hair caught in your eye.
Squinting as though strained of thought or at me winking.

And the boy always heeds the call as though caught in the