A taxi goes by
There's no one inside
He should be in bed
He's smoking again
The radio is switched on
It reminds him what he's done
He thinks of her
Church and steeple in the rain
There's no remorse or no pain
He thinks of her
Again
The trees have no leaves
They dance in the breeze
How he danced with her
For all of those years
The radio is switched on
It reminds him what he's done
He thinks of her
Church and steeple in the rain
There's no remorse or no pain
He thinks of her
Again