(Margaret A. Rich)
The room is smoky that’s why I’m crying
It’s been a long long day that’s why I’m sighing
And there’s nothing in the world to do with her
She goes her way and I go mine
Whatever she’s seeking I know she’ll find
Oh, but the music’s sad that’s why I’m drinking
If I seem a little quiet it’s just because I’m thinking
And there’s nothing in the world to do with her.
I’d like to call her just to ask her how it feels to be free
But she has nothing nothing in the world to do with me
I’d like to call her just to ask her how it feels to be free
But she has nothing nothing in the world to do with me…
