I can't go any further now, only if you come with me. Only if you can take my hand and hold me in your arms. If you come and look into my eyes, I'II see it all more clearly.
Tell me when you're coming back. When are you comin' back, when are you coming back. When are you comin' back, when are you coming back. (When are you comin' home, baby, baby).
It's the way you walk, and the way you talk. Now you're nothing near the way that you were. And there's something strange when you hold my hand. Tell my why you changed the way that we were.
Just the way you walked, walked into my life. Then you walked right out, you were as cold as ice. How could you be mean, to treat me so unkind. Now I'm on my own, in a cold and lonely life.