Hasta la Vista (Alternate Version)

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