At a table alone watching the local band
Fortune telling plastic fish curls up in my hand
Always had faith in what I do not choose
Hasta la vista mi amor
I guess I’ll miss you
Ooh ooh ooh

Reappeared in a cloud of smoke
Feeling less holy than I might’ve hoped
Exchanging glances gently opening old wounds
Hasta la vista mi amor
I guess I’ll miss you
Ooh ooh ooh

At a table alone feeling a little juvenile
But looking back has never really been my style
Always had faith in what I do not choose
Hasta la vista mi amor
I guess I’ll miss you
Ooh ooh ooh

Hasta la vista my love
Hasta la vista my love
Hasta la vista amor