Ooh-ooh-ooh...
Baby's on the run, there she goes
Somethin' that I've done, I suppose
Made baby cry and now, I'm all alone
I hope by and by, baby will come back home
When I remember, the happiness we had
Why do happy memories hurt so bad
Why do happy memories hurt so bad
Think about the good times, let the bad times fade
That's a good philosophy, but I'm afraid