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