There's a theme that goes over and over
and over and over within me.
And it tells me that you and you only
were meant for my lonely old heart.
Like a constant repeat of a pendulum
beat of a jungle drum in me,
It keeps saying this over and over:
Oh, why have you drifted apart?
I go searching through thousands of places
and thousands of faces to find you.
It's like searching the heavenly spaces
for one out of millions of stars.
But I follow a song made of heartache and longing
that you left behind you,
That keeps telling me over and over:
There's no love on Earth that is ours.
The rain goes pit-a-pat on the pavement
And beats a tattoo upon my brain.
It seems to mock me with this refrain:
You're chasing a memory,
You're searching in vain.
I awake with a start and I cry
that my poor goddamn heart is mistaken.
For my life would be over
if surely I knew I could never find you.
And a hope that has wings and sings over and over,
and will not be shaken,
Keeps reminding me someday I'll find you,
and someday we'll start life anew.