Like a boy without shadow,
Like a man without soul,
I'm now missing something,

That was a part of me these days
I'm a shoe without laces,
And a hole on the top,

Something I like more than my guitar,
Baby I'm talking about you,


Your time has gone, you're going home,
But I still walk down the road, expecting you


The days are running, the doors are closing,
Your heart is filling, with another man's love
I'm weak and just saying,

That I need you breathing, next to me.
Like a tramp, I walk, and I drink,
I hope you'll remember me

Like a tramp, I drink,
And I walk and I dream that you will talk to me !