It was a very cold September,
Colder than I`d ever care to make it.
I had a kind of empty feeling,
But no place to go where I could take it.
So I took a walk beside the railroad tracks,
and I thought about the facts of my life
And of my sometime, somewhere wife.
At times like this I lose my head and think of her.
Empty space always ask for filling.
I wonder whyI never stopped to marry her.
It wasn`t `cause she was not more than willing.
Walking puts a window to my mind,
And brings thoughts about this kind of a life,
without my sometime somewhere wife.
I guess I walked about a mile and maybe some,
And I come upon a rusty railroad crossing.
And suddenly I knew that time had come again,
The winter wind had set the trees to tossing.
So I returned to where I`d left my stuff,
yes, I knew I`d had enough of my life
without my sometime, somewhere wife.
I`ve got to find her.
I`ve got to find her.
I`ve got to find her.
I`ve got to find her.
I`ve got to find my lady, got let her know.
I don`t know why I let my lady go.
I`ve got to find her.
I`ve got to find her.