It's been so long that I miss her voice
and in her leaving I truly had no choice.
So she left me a week ago
and times been dragging by so slow.
So all my bells and whistles have gone silent.
Longing can make even a cuddle bear violent.
So I sang the blues down on lovers lane
and now in my heart there's a lingering pain.
Another last call goes by unnoticed.
As the drunk just keeps getting pissed.
A fading caress and a string of beads
and for love my hearts run out of leads.
So I wait till the one day she'll come
and all my sorrow and longing will be undone.

06/07/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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