Long days of wanting you here
living in fear
shedding many, a tear for me
Long nights of pasty-face moon
echoing rooms
Old Philly, with gloom for me
Letters, by goblin mail
Feeling like the wind from the sea
Got to thinking 'bout my lonely trail
Decided I must have you here with me
Now step closer into the light
Must have the sight
Of you as I make love with you
'Cos there's nothing lovelier girl
In all the world
Than making love with you