A whistler on the subway
Remind me that tune
I heard the first time
Around that time I feel in love with you
A picture in the paper
Of buildings in that town
Where we spend our heathen honeymoon
And tears come running down
Signalling what I have been denying for too long
I have not and I will never move on
The books of the 1920's
Of lovers torn by war
Engages, moves, and touches me
Telling me I (?)
Never was I drafted
I chose that for myself
As you went on to find love with many other men
And it is only now that I begin to understand
What I carelessly let slip out of my hand
I thought I could find another you
But there's only one
And I only dare to tell you this in song
I have not and I will
Never move on