Deja vu Glass cafe faces Fade into the wash Of brick-dust-yellow afternoon
Deja vu Slow lines on pages Shape words like echoes Of a ball bounced in an empty street
Deja vu Sun on hair dancing To breeze-borne snatches Of a lost music box melody [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/bruce_cockburn/dj_vu.html ]