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Clyde
Hello there! Well everything's fine
I got your letter, did you get mine?
I'm pleased to hear you're working again
Up at six and to bed at ten
But oh, there's so many things I know
That I just can't write
Like how you feel in the night
(Wish I could)
The weather's bad, well that's nothing new
I hear the heat's on, now is that true?
I'm writing from Boston and Chad is uptight
I broke two strings on stage last night
But I don't really want to know about the London scene
That sort of chat just leaves me flat
I miss you so much, what more can I say
In two or three pages? I hate it this way
It's such an impossible strain
Corny old phrases repeated again
It's a game that we play
Well I must go, I really must fly
I'll send you some albums, at least I'll try
If ev'rything's cool, I'll see you quite soon
Maybe July or possibly June
But though I want you here, I know
That that might blow the dream
You see, I'm scared to pay the fare
Goodbye for now
- Album:
- Distant Shores
- Before And After
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- The British Invasion 1
- Loaded With Hits
- Sing for You
- Tequila, Volume XVII: Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
- Greatest Hits
- The Folk Years
- The Best of Chad & Jeremy
- A Summer Song
- British Invasion
- The British Invasion: The History of British Rock, Volume 1
- The Very Best of Chad & Jeremy
- 25 Hits From the British Invasion
- Yesterdays Gone
- This Land is Your Land: The Folk Years
- Platinum Masters
- Summer At Sea