Summer. Not a bit of breeze. Neon signs are shining. Through the tired trees. . Lovers. Walking to and fro. Every one has someon. And a place to go. .
I can't go out with my friends on a Saturday night. My guitar's like a woman and you know I've got to treat her right. I've got to practice all night and day.
I am LOST IN MEDITATION. And my reverie. Brings you back to me. For in my imagination. Love has lingered on. As though you'd never gone.. This is just a dream that cannot last.
Since you are gone. The nights are so long. I'm like a GYPSY WITHOUT A SONG. Day after day I just drift along. Just like a GYPSY WITHOUT A SONG. You were ev'ry campfire ev'ry violin.