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