it’s the same old story I once loved a girl

when I was in her arms I was in a perfect world

I held her for a day short of forever then she went away

now the seas we swam and the skies we shared are gone

what have I got to show for it

what have I got to show for it

what have I got to show for it now

it’s a sweet old season of leaf and pretty thing

boys and girls go arm-in-arm bees buzz about the nectar and the sting

soon the shiver’s on nights blow cold and they grow long

faded petals fall like a thousand setting suns

what have I got to show…

now an elegant woman wants to put joy back in my days

she wants to paint a little colour on the grey face of my little pain

I hold her in my arms but she leaves before the dawn

without leaving even a trace of scent behind

what have I got to show…