1967, I Miss You I'm Lonely

I spent a dirty weekend practicing my French

Rosy cheeked I saw my limitations there in evidence

When I invited Frank and you, back to mine for a mange tout

When I meant ménage à trois

You laughed so hard you cracked your chin against the bar

This statement might sound phoney

But I miss you

And I’m lonely

Distance stretches on and on and on

Oh God how wonderful it is

Crossing bridges in the mist

Ø resund across the Tejo

Behind on aggregate away

But Benfica still went through

And we still spent an afternoon

At the Gulbenkian museum

Sharing stories in the shade, oh what a day

This statement might sound phoney

But I miss you

And I’m lonely

Distance stretches on and on and on

Although it gets frustrating

I really don’t mind waiting

Distance stretches on and on and on

I look at you

And I am confident that I’d rather look at you

Than all the portraits in existence in the world

Except possibly O’Hara by Grace Hartigan

Or something else

I’m not a connoisseur

I’m monolingual, and absurd

And I know this statement might sound phoney

But I miss you

And I’m lonely

I miss you

I’m lonely

Distance stretches on and on and on