California Revisited

I passed by the place where we first met
I got that same feeling of pure kismet
I stood in the place where we first kissed
It's that spontaneous lust that I miss
I looked for your face in every passing man
But all I saw were blank faces
Bad haircuts, plain clothes and bad tans
All I wanted was your tight embraces
You must have felt my presence near
You must have known I was here
Because there you were on my screen
Staring me down and all I could do was scream