Long ago, and, oh, so far away
I fell in love with you before the second show.
Your guitar, and it sounds so sweet and clear, but youre not really here.
Its just the radio.
Dont you remember you told me you loved me baby?
You said youd be coming back this way again baby.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh, baby.
I love you, I really do.
Loneliness is such a sad affair, and I can hardly wait to be with you again.
What to say, to make you come again?
Come back to me again, and play your sad guitar.