While you were gone

Now that you're gone

Of course for not that long

I've looked around all over

It's like a mangled nest with a

Dying bird.

Weren't any words to say it

Or

any way to put it.

The path that I've travelled

Many dreams that I've chosen

It's my very fate that I've written

No one to blame but myself.

Shrugged off the past

With second to second longing for your return.

Once you're back

If this would be the progress in propose

I do not know how much more

I can take or would I be

Able to take

So long Baby and have a nice time.