It seems that she’s gone Leaving me too soon I’m as dark as December I’m as cold as the Man in the Moon

Sometimes I miss the warm, bright lights Sometimes I miss the crowds Sometimes I miss the women I wrapped each song around Sometimes I miss that world out there So empty, hard and unkind But I’ve been thinking about leaving Long enough to change my mind

Y ahora tratar de conquistar con vano afán ese tiempo perdido que nos deja vencidos sin poder conocer eso que llaman amor para vivir. Para vivir…

mirar al mundo con bondad poder llorar y suspirar todas esas cosas que nos pasan sin sentir eso es en la vida el despertar