Baby I remember the way you held my hand
I tried my best to tell you, but you wouldn’t understand
Now I think about you always and to myself I say yer name
The way we were when forever was just another day

I traded yer sweetness for my loneliness
Yer confidence for my own regrets
Yer simple grace for this disarray
That’s my stock and trade while you promenade

Sometime I’m singing to the ceiling
Sometimes I’m talking to the walls
Sometimes I forget this feeling
Ever mattered at all

But in the evening when the sun’s down
There’s sadness on its way
Like a ghost that knows my address
And where I lay

Somehow my losing just comes natural like a southern democrat
Nostalgia haunts my memory and stands in my path

You promenade to the city, you promenade to the shore
The gentlemen say that you are pretty and promenade round the floor
Now I think about you always and to myself I say yer name
The way we were when forever was just another day

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