One, two...
One, two, three, four

Every time I see your face
It reminds me of the places we used to go
All I've got is a photograph
And I realize you're not coming back anymore

I thought I'd make it
The day you went away
But I can't make it
'Til you come home again to stay

I can't get used to living here
While my heart is broke, my tears, I cry for you

I want you here to have and hold
As the years go by and we grow old and gray

Now you're expecting me to live without you
But that's not something that I'm looking forward to

I can't get used to living here
While my heart is broke, my tears, I cry for you
I want you here to have and hold
As the years go by and we grow old and gray

Every time I see your face
It reminds me of the places we used to go
All I've got is a photograph
And I realize you're not coming back anymore

Every time I see your face
It reminds me of the places we used to go

But all I've got is a photograph
And I realize you're not coming back anymore

Uhm, thanks for the jelly, babies