I know I drive by a bit too often
I beg your pardon it's force of habit
the love of mine used to live
but now it's over, yeah it's gone

I see his face in every window
I see my smile in every hall
my heart it used to go there often
but now it's gone

but if you happen to find my half-closed eyes
my furtive smile then I will come and get them
at yr leisure
if you happen to see my cigarettes my barrettes I'll come when you call