i'll get to an outlandish market
        where i know i'm a target
for all the vendors who swear by my name
    they've got the best items in stock
            this side of the atlantic
and i'll think of you when the money goes
   and my mood tumbles as the sun sinks
i'll think of you as the plane begins its descent
above an ocean blue that irks my broken heart
i'll think of you when the women of the world go by
and i sit and wonder as i pause in my wandering
       i keep asking why you had to go
                and why i had to leave
i'll think of you when i feel your smile in the calm
of an evening lost to those whose hearts are dead
     i'll think of you when i play your favourite songs
        the songs that made you cry to think of it all
songs that made you look back and know you'd not return
                            i'll think of you
             and miss your vivacious laughter
                       when we were happy
and i'll ask why i'm always the one who lives another day
                        to tell the story