Go round
YukkaEverytime you go away, you're on your way back here
When you walked out you left a case in the hall
There's a key in my pocket, but the lock on the case is much too small
I'll hide it underneath my bed and I'll sleep on it until you're back
I promise I won't try to crack it open
Does it hold your precious things, your letters, money, diamond rings?
Or just some things you wanted to get rid of?
Well, I can't get rid of this
I thought I saw you walking on the street yesterday
But when you turned around, your face was not the same
I thought I heard your voice on the telephone
But when you answered, nobody was home
Baby, did I do you wrong?
Why can't we just get it on, because I hate to lose your love
Honey, why do you act so strange?
Isn't it time to just rearrange?
Because I don't want to lose you
And I'm gonna lose you
Someone will take your place, but your place stays right here
Everytime you go away, you're on your way back here
Away from me to me