| I don’t know why, I went missing
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| It could have been the call of night
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| It could have been a change of mind
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| I don’t know why, I went missing
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| And though lost I found myself
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| Where I had been all the time
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| When the clock chimes I shall be gone
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| But judge not the action but what went wrong
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| I’m no saint but I’m no sinner
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| That’s one of the reasons why, I went missing
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| Took me off to somewhere nice
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| A night at half bored in paradise
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| There’s plenty more I could have kissed
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| And those who wanted it — I could of resist
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| But I blamed myself for this out of town kissing
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| I made up an excuse of why I went missing
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| But truth as in fiction is sometimes strained
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| And love and contradiction have a part to play
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| I once blamed myself now I blame you
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| Why I went missing is a fictional truth |