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