spoken:
"But I don't know
How can I tell you when I don't know," she said
The rain beat into my face
She moved to close the window
"Please," I said, "you must have some idea where they've gone"
She turned then and spoke to someone in the room
It was getting dark, and the bitter wind snarled through my wet coat
"Please," I said, "God knows the long way I've come to see them"
"They left at night," she called, "without a word to anyone"
sung:
"But they were my best friends," I said
She started to lower the window
"Perhaps if you wrote them a letter
Explaining what you wanted"
And all the time I could see their sad, lonely faces
Looking down over her shoulder at me
Looking down over her shoulder at me