I listen for your footsteps coming up the drive,
Listen for your footsteps, but they don't arrive.
Waiting for your knock, dear, on my old front door.
I don't hear it. Does it mean you don't love me any more?
I hear the clock a'ticking on the mantelshelf,
See the hands a'moving, but I'm by myself.
I wonder where you are tonight, oh why I'm by myself.
I don't see you. Does it mean you don't love me any more?
Don't pass me by, don't make me cry, don't make me blue.
'Cause you know, darling, I love only you.
You'll never know it hurt me so, how I hate to see you go.
Don't pass me by, don't make me cry.
I'm sorry that I doubted you, I was so unfair.
You were in a car crash, and you lost your hair.
You said that you would be late about an hour or two.
I said, That's alright, I'm waiting here just waiting to hear from you.
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight)
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