The same two lips that once told me they love me. Are the same same two lips that now tell me goodbye. And the same two hands that once held mine so tightly.
Sometimes love is like a clear day. And you can almost see forever. When the skies are overcast. With threatining clouds of never. . Like a blanket they descend.
Sixteen weeks ago tonight I let you walk away. I threw a kiss and smiled as you walked out the door. But I've done some thinkin', lately, and I find. That it isn't half as funny as before.
She's just a drifter and she drifts from town to town. She's never been branded and she's never been tied down. She drifts for a while then she might drift back to town.
Well I'm just a man, I'm weak in some ways. Sometimes I find it hard to find the strength. To make it through the day. But I've got a woman who carries me on.
From the letter you write me I guess that you're doing fine. I suppose you're too busy to remember I'm here doing time. I doubt if you're lonely I doubt if you've cried any tears.
Lonely little San Francisco teardrops. Mixed with lonely San Francisco raindrops. Frantically I try to find the way to say. What I feel in my heart. As I drive as slowly as I can up.