The months go by
And I don't think of you
The signal is frail
An imprint of what you do
So I turn up the sound
And you are nowhere
I have learnt this
To my cost
But I maintain
In the slow lane
I maintain
In the slow lane
The scent goes by
Still I smell of you
You say I cry
At the merest thought of you
So you let me down
To laugh at nothing
I have learnt this
For myself
But I maintain
In the slow lane
I maintain
In the slow lane
So I turn up the sound
And you are nowhere
I have learnt this
To my cost
But I maintain
In the slow lane
I maintain
In the slow lane
Turn down the sound
You are nowhere
You let me down
To laugh at nothing
I have learnt this
To my cost
I have learnt this
For myself
