Over and Over
There's a theme that goes over and overand over and over within me.And it tells me that you and you onlywere meant for my lonely old heart.Like a constant repeat of a pendulumbeat of a jungle drum in me,It keeps saying this over and over:Oh, why have you drifted apart?
I go searching through thousands of placesand thousands of faces to find you.It's like searching the heavenly spacesfor one out of millions of stars.But I follow a song made of heartache and longingthat you left behind you,That keeps telling me over and over:There's no love on Earth that is ours.
The rain goes pit-a-pat on the pavementAnd beats a tattoo upon my brain.It seems to mock me with this refrain:You're chasing a memory,You're searching in vain.
I awake with a start and I crythat my poor goddamn heart is mistaken.For my life would be overif surely I knew I could never find you.And a hope that has wings and sings over and over,and will not be shaken,Keeps reminding me someday I'll find you,and someday we'll start life anew.