Without Me, Just with You

One, two, three, four

It's been a long lonesome day without you, Jane

And there's been nothing anyone could say to ease my mind

There's been a queue of mystery callers at my door this afternoon

But it was easy to pretend that one of them was you

Winter came this morning with some kind of vengeance

And there's been snow all around my ankles and my throat

I've been walking through the city, straining my eyes almost blind

But I saw nobody who looked a bit like you

The evening has been cold around my fireplace

And my gramophone's been tearing up my soul

Drunk my wine and closed my eyes, saw the faces and spoke so wise

But I saw no one I'd have talked about 'twas you

If tomorrow I'm still feeling like I do tonight

I'll be struggling up the stairs to reach the street

And if my eyes do no more than when this happened before

I'll be back again, without me, just with you