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