There's a theme that goes over and over and over and over within me. And it tells me that you and you only were meant for my lonely old heart. Like a constant repeat of a pendulum beat of a jungle drum in me, It keeps saying this over and over: Oh, why have you drifted apart?
I go searching through thousands of places and thousands of faces to find you. It's like searching the heavenly spaces for one out of millions of stars. But I follow a song made of heartache and longing that you left behind you, That keeps telling me over and over: There's no love on Earth that is ours.
The rain goes pit-a-pat on the pavement And beats a tattoo upon my brain. It seems to mock me with this refrain: You're chasing a memory, You're searching in vain.
I awake with a start and I cry that my poor goddamn heart is mistaken. For my life would be over if surely I knew I could never find you. And a hope that has wings and sings over and over, and will not be shaken, Keeps reminding me someday I'll find you, and someday we'll start life anew.