Long ago, and, oh, so far away I fell in love with you before the second
show. Your guitar, and it sounds so sweet and clear, but you're not really
here. It's just the radio.
Don't you remember you told me you loved
me baby? You said you'd be coming back this way again baby. Baby, baby,
baby, baby, oh, baby. I love you, I really do.
Loneliness is such a
sad affair, and I can hardly wait to be with you again. What to say, to make
you come again? Come back to me again, and play your sad guitar.
