On and on and on A blue eyed boy not made for pain Gone, I'm gone, I'm gone My tears down the windy alley drain
But calling back, I want you I feel something's got to give with you Coming back, I want you I feel I could be your boy if you let me in
I remember spring We used to sit by a broken swing Wait for love in vain Like so many drenched with rain
Calling back, I want you I feel something's got to give with you Coming back, I want you I feel I could be your boy if you let me in
On and on and on It goes on and on On and on and on It goes on and on
But how can he love her onto her bed Can he love her onto her bed Can he love her onto her bed Can he love her onto her bed Can he love her onto her bed
Can he love her onto her bed Can he love her onto her bed Can he love her onto her bed Can he love her onto her bed
