Next to no one,
Next to nothing,
Next to nowhere,
I am here in this lonely city;
Lost in the winter of apathy-
Waiting for a call.
Can I know when
The phone will ring
Transfering the homely spring?
Will you remember to let me know
What you feel when
You find that the night has flown?
This is no game of love.
Here far apart hearts have to meet.
Give me back the warmth of the southern sun
Make me feel no more forlorn.