The wind carries her perfume through an open door,
into a corner street cafe.
And she's to close for comfort.
but for holding she's too far away.
And the days are growing shorter
as the nights are oh so long.
Since she's been gone I draw my strength
from memories and melodies,
that's how I wrote this song.
And take me home Johnny,
cause I can't take to see her with another guy.
And isn't it funny it seems like yesterday
when she told me her love was mine.
But she's to cool for lovin'
and she's to cold I've learned.
She's too hard to handle,
she's too hard I'll burn.
And I went out in the fields today,
to scream out loud and call her name.
You wanna fly, I wanna bound.
The less you give, the more I want.
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