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