Passing Thro' . . . . . .

They left me along the way, faint breeze so they say,
'Don't I know you?' Someone said, 'No, you don't today,'
'Perhaps you did once before when I opened the door,
but now I'm gone and you can't touch me any more.'

I remembered the mole on her neck, better than tattoo,
I had to go, things to do, people to see in the queue,
they said that my clothes were funny, no time to change,
it's strange it happens when you're in the heavenly range.

I was allowed three denials just like St. Peter,
so I said that I wasn't a good lover (2), no meter,
these people are in for a shock, you can not die,
some of you spend your whole life dying to try.

I didn't love you (3), there were just so many then,
again I will return, to make amends but I don't know when.