| The first time I went away
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| I wrote to you every day
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| I told you everything I was doing
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| You’d ring me in the morning
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| You’d page me in the night
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| I missed you so much I couldn’t sleep without you
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| And I’d swear
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| «The way I feel
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| Is going to last forever»
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| When I came home
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| On the third weekend
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| I was so glad to see you
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| Everything was perfect
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| Everything felt right
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| And nothing had changed
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| The second time I went away
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| I didn’t want to go
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| But we agreed I had to get on with my life
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| So I slept in every morning
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| I went out every night
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| Until there were days when I hardly even thought of you
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| But I’d swear
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| «The way I feel
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| Is going to last forever»
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| When I came home for Christmas
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| I slept for a day
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| I felt nervous to see you
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| And all through the holidays
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| It seemed we’d grown apart
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| I felt I’d changed, but you’d stayed the same
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| The last time I went away
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| I think I knew it was over
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| So I went out and got drunk with my new friends
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| That was years ago
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| I’ve only seen you twice since then
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| Once at a party and once in the street |
| Now I don’t know where you are
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| Your family moved away
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| Oh I don’t even know what you are doing
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| But I’m sad and I miss you
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| And I’d kind of like to see you
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| And I swear
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| «The way I feel
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| Is going to last forever» |