On my way home after a weekend up north.
Don´t wanna go home...

The stars spoke of man that would cross my path this weekend,
they couldn´t have been more right.
He was dark, tall, sexy and so nice, but he was only 25 so I knew
there couldn´t be anything but a weekend flirt.
In the morning he wanted to leave his number, but I just looked at him
and shook my head and smiled.
This was a one time only.....

On the way home my friends looked at me and gave me comments about
"the mystery man of the night", they always like to label things and people.

When I got home my apartment was filled with some sort of black dust
and smelled like burned wood...??!!
The store under had a small accident and it had been a fire, typical
my luck.
Started cleaning and after a couple of hours I was tired and took
a shower and straight to bed.
In bed I was thinking of the past weekend and "the mystery man",
was I rihgt to not take his number?
Maybe he was the one and now I lost him for ever...