Long ago, and, oh, far away I fell in love you before the second show. Your guitar, it sounds so and clear, but you're not really here. It's the radio.
Don't you remember you told me you loved me baby? You you'd be coming back this again baby. Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh, baby. I love you, I 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.