I left the flowers on the table
On the table with the lonely chair in the corner
I could not stay any longer
For the longing as I looked out the window, oh oh
So tell me of your gypsy travels
Cause I would surely bore you
With my own
Oh nobody seems to be much of a listener
They're either window gazing or soul chasing in the winter
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
And if the little things are what make the difference
Oh and walking the talk is what they're talking all about
Oh please don't give me no pre fabrication
Cause I like the good old fashioned imagination
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh,oh oh
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
So I left the flowers on the table...