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All I want to do is talk to you,
And get a line of reference on the state of our affair.
Wake up to an empty room,
The silence draws me in and plays with my head.
Paint a portrait of a poor boy,
In a gilded palace of loneliness,
You get a pretty fair picture of your lover man.
Woman, he's in an awful mess.
And where would I be without your lovin' arms around to hold me close?
Nothing'll take the place of time with you when you're so far away.
Where would I be without your laughing eyes a-lookin' back at me?
Nothing'll take the place of how I feel when you come back to stay.
I know you get the same feeling,
All you really need's a little company;
Telephones and a letter make you feel better,
But nothing like the touch of you on me.
And where would I be without your lovin' arms around to hold me close?
Nothing'll take the place of time with you when you're so far away.
Where would I be without your laughing eyes a-lookin' back at me?
Nothing'll take the place of how I feel when you come back to stay.
Where would I be without your lovin' arms around to hold me close?
Nothing'll take the place of time with you when you're so far away.
Where would I be without your laughing eyes a-lookin' back at me?
Nothing'll take the place of how I feel when you come back to stay.
All I want to do is talk to you,
Get a line of reference on the state of our affair.
Telephones and a letter make you feel a little better,
But nothing like the touch of your hair.
And where would I be without your lovin' arms around to hold me close?
Nothing'll take the place of time with you when you're so far away.
Where would I be without your laughing eyes a-lookin' back at me?
Nothing'll take the place of how I feel when you come back to stay.
Recorded by Rawlins Cross of St. John's, NL (Make It On Time, 1998; Anthology, 2008).
