It's only been a week, The rush of being home in rapid fading, Prevailing to recall What I was missing, all that time in England Has sent me aimlessly, On foot or by the help of transportation, To knock on windows where A friend no longer live, I had forgotten...
And everywhere I go, There's always something to remind me Of another place and time Where love that travelled far had found me. We stayed outside till two, Waiting for the light to come back, But hid in talk I knew, Until you asked what I was thinking. Until you asked what I was thinking.
Brave men tell the truth, A wise man's tools are analogies and puzzles, A woman holds her tongue, Knowing silence will speak for her.
And everywhere I go, There's always something to remind me Of another place and time Where love that travelled far had found me...