No use knocking at my door,

I don't think I live here anymore.

I live in the past you see

I think of the last time we were there

Before you went with her.

All my letters lie unopened,

Along with calling cards and tokens.

I cannot read, you see,

I think of the need to be by you now

If I could only move somehow.

The albums strewn without their clothes

Gather dust amoung the grooves.

The only one I play is "Blue",

It makes me think of you.