My neighbors, they don’t know me, and I don’t know them
the feeling is mutual and we haven’t even met
I am not anti-social, but maybe they are
It wouldn’t make a difference if they were living afar
All that is certain is that they have a car
Maybe i’m wrong and I have caught a glance
In adjacent balconies or outside perchance?
But who remembers such encounters of members
Just a longing memory of a passing face last December?
So let bygones be bygones, and not lose our temper.