He's comin', he's comin', he's comin'. He's comin', he's comin', he's comin'. He's comin', he's comin', he's comin'. He's comin', he's comin', he's comin'.
Never will you find the reasons. Sand is just a broken stone. Like your love it changes with the seasons. And in the dark I read the lines upon your hand.
Remember when pocket change was all we had. And all those calls from the corner phone booth collect to mom and dad. And that old worn out couch we called our bed.
Let me tell you 'bout a lady that I know. Who stood tall and proud beside me down many a dead end road. Never asking more than I could give. And never once complaining about the way we had to live.
Let me tell you 'bout a lady that I know. Who stood tall and proud beside me down many a dead end road. Never asking more than I could give. And never once complaining about the way we had to live.
I said the night you left me. Nothin' worse could ever happen. But seeing you with someone else proved that I was wrong. And when your eyes met mine. I knew that you were gone forever.
I remember waking in the morning. To the sound of the rooster's crow. Mamma cooking in the kitchen. Arthur Godfrey on the radio. . Me and Dad were just like strangers.