It's lonely as I write to you And they're still yelling, I don't think they ever stop I wonder if they even like each other at all I try not to think on it; I just work until I drop
And if you couldn't tell . . . I've got the Auld Lang Syne Blues A phrase I thought I'd never use—it's just hanging around my head I miss you but I'll return—I never forget a word you said
The folks are all out tonight Singing the old, old songs . . . forget the days gone by We used to sing them too, I like to think we're older now And we know better, but I don't think that we know why
And if you didn't know . . . I've got the Auld Lang Syne Blues And I wonder at the use of trying to move on I miss you more and more, I guess love's not quite gone
And one last thing before I go: I think I'd like to see you again; to see what time has wrought I'd leave here in a moment; I don't think that I belong But that's just my foolish youth; shows what I've been taught
And if you couldn't tell . . . I've got the Auld Lang Syne Blues A phrase I thought I'd never use—it's just hanging around my head I miss you but I'll return—I never forget a word you saidTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
