Someone found me a letter you wrote me on the radio. And they told the world just how you felt. It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown overcoat.
Like all our love that comes to an end. A flame of our love, a flame without end. We touch awhile, say Goodbye again. Here's to love and our scattered friends....
Someone found the letter you wrote me on the radio. And they told the world just how you felt. It must've fallen out of a hole in your old brown overcoat.
You better watch your step. You must be on your guard. And take it slow and promise me. Be careful what you do. I know you're strong. I know you'll make it.