Facing the boulevarders you see,
We sang for them the song of you and me.
And I couldn't do anymore.
We seemed to be the troubadour.
I don't know what you thought.
And then you won't know everything I thought.
The jigsaw puzzle we gathered.
We just exchanged a word or two with each other.
Counting up sheep in my head,
No use to be frightened by sleepless nights on my bed.
'Though I can't see the light,
And time hurries on, I'm alright,alright.
Parting from men we hallow,
We meet them afresh, and we'll say hello.
It just seems to be old clothes.
And it should ease my mind when it fits close.
Return them our youth.
Nothing will be as it was.
