We were in New York
At the Frick museum
End of junior year
Bottle, glass and cork
At the Frick museum
When I saw this one Vermeer

It showed a girl
A startled glance
And something in
The circumstance
Almost felt like a warning
Now it's gone

Quiet as a tomb
At the Frick museum
No one else was near
Walking room to room
At the Frick museum
Thinking of that same Vermeer

A strange vignette
In paint and frame
I knew that, yet
I'd heard my name
Like a dream I'd forgotten
Now it's gone

And then I had
Such deja vu
You said your line
I said mine too

At the Frick museum