Here's one of them, Herma.

WITHOUT ME JUST WITH YOU

It's been a long lonesome day, without you Jenny
And there's been nothing anyone could say to ease my mind
There's been a queue of mystery callers, at my door this afternoon
And it was easy to pretend that one of them was you
                
Winter came this morning, with some kind of vengeance
And there's been snow all around my ankles and my throat
I've been walking through this city straining my eyes almost blind
But I saw nobody who looked a bit like you
                
The evening has been cold around my fireplace
And my gramophone's been tearing up my soul
Drank my wine and close my eyes, saw the faces? and spoke so wise
But the only thing, I talked about was you

If tomorrow I'm still feeling, like I do tonight
I'll be struggling up the stairs, to reach the street
And in my eyes do no more, than when this happened before
I'll be back again, without me just with you