Oh there were people with stories
Old words of glories
Whispering through the air
As my fingers run through your hair
Ooh, I'm trying to find my way
To you, oh I promise you I'll stay
She had quite a summer
And I had quite a fall
I even wrote her letters
She never read at all (she never read at all)
And I'll sit here for hours
But I know that she won't call
And I feel like my head's gone through a wall
Well you're out there in space
But who knows what place
And I'll be waiting for you
Now in this beautiful clouded blue