| Well baby, there you stand
|
| With your little head, down in your hand
|
| Oh, my God, you can’t believe it’s happening
|
| again
|
| Your baby’s gone, and you’re all alone
|
| and it looks like the end.
|
| And you’re back out on the street.
|
| And you’re tryin’to remember.
|
| How will you start it over?
|
| You don’t know what became.
|
| You don’t care much for a stranger’s touch,
|
| But you can’t hold your man.
|
| You never thought you’d be alone this far
|
| down the line
|
| And I know what’s been on your mind
|
| You’re afraid it’s all been wasted time
|
| The autumn leaves have got you thinking
|
| about the first time that you fell
|
| You didn’t love the boy too much, no, no you just loved the boy to well, Farewell
|
| So you live from day to day, and you dream
|
| about tomorrow, oh.
|
| And the hours go by like minutes
|
| and the shadows come to stay
|
| So you take a little something to make them go away
|
| And I could have done so many things, baby
|
| If I could only stop my mind from wondrin’what
|
| I left behind and from worrying 'bout this wasted time
|
| Ooh, another love has come and gone
|
| Ooh, and the years keep rushing on I remember what you told me before you went out on your own:
|
| Sometimes to keep it together, we got to leave it alone.
|
| So you can get on with your search, baby, and I can
|
| get on with mine
|
| And maybe someday we will find, that it wasn’t really
|
| wasted time
|
| Mm, hm Oh hoo, ooh, ohh,
|
| Ooh, ooh, mm |