Marilyn Bergman, Lew Spence
I see your face in this room full of faces,
I`m trying hard not to stare,
Strange to see you again, here of all places,
That`s him over there.
My baby looks the same as he did when I met him,
I`d know that laugh anywhere,
It was foolish of me to think I`d forget him,
That`s him over there.
I wish I could be the girl at his side,
The one who has taken my place,
Can everyone see what I`m trying to hide,
Isn`t it written all over my face?
I guess that you kow what extremes I have gone to,
To prove that I didn`t care,
You were so anxious to meet the dream I`ve hung onto,
Well, that`s him, that`s my Jim, over there.