| She might come | |
| Like a touch of something | |
| Half remembered well | |
| Like the first of the rains | |
| On a sultry day | |
| The furthest of stars | |
| Did you see her brightly | |
| And then disappear | |
| Though you're caught in her gaze | |
| She's long away | |
| And the world rushes in | |
| And the world rushes by | |
| Have you seen her | |
| Have you seen her | |
| From the corner of your eyes | |
| She might appear to you | |
| As someone leaving | |
| Who somehow left | |
| Something behind | |
| Have you seen her | |
| Have you seen her, her... | |
| It was, I guess, on a rainy morning | |
| On a waning moon | |
| All the clues shift and sway | |
| Then give away ' | |
| Cause when she came | |
| She came clear as something | |
| That you always knew | |
| Just could never say | |
| Only yesterday | |
| Still the world rushes in | |
| And the world rushes by... |