i get along without you very well,
of course i do,
except when soft rains fall
and drip from leaves, then i recall
the thrill of being sheltered in your arms.
of course, i do,
but i get along without you very well.
i've forgotten you just like i should,
of course i have,
except to hear your name,
or someone's laugh that is the same,
but i've forgotten you just like i should.
what a guy, what a fool am i,
to think my breaking heart could kid the moon.
what's in store? should i phone once more?
no, it's best that i stick to my tune.
i get along without you very well,
of course i do,
except perhaps in spring,
but i should never think of spring,
for that would surely break my heart in two.
