Step by step I'll follow you. Everywhere you roam, whoa. Step by step I'll follow through. Comin' to bring you home, whoa. . I keep reachin' out for you.
Yesterday. Just a photograph of yesterday. and all it's edges folded. and the corners faded sepia brown. and yet it's all I have of our past love. a post script to it's ending.
Number one is. The (clock) track is runnin' darlin'. Drummer's drummin'. The pulse is pumpin' darlin'. Summer's gone in. The distance runnin' darlin'.
I can remember the rain in December. The leaves of brown on the ground. In Spain I did love and adore you. The nights filled with joy were our yesterdays.