Things

(albüm: Dean "Tex" Martin: Country Style - 1963)

Every night I sit here by my window
Staring at a lonely avenue,
Watching lovers holding hands and laughing,
Thinking bout the things they used to do.
(Thinking 'bout things) Like a walk in the park,
(Things) like a kiss in the dark,
(Things) like a sailor boat ride,
What about the night we cried?
Things like a loving wow, Things that we don't do now,
Thinking bout the things we used to do.
Memories are all I have to cling to,
And heartaches are the frames I'm talking to.
When I'm not thinking of just how much I loved you,
I'm thinking 'bout the things we used to do.
(Thinking 'bout things) Like a walk in the park...
I still can hear the juke-box softly playing,
And the face I see is there belongs to you.
No, there's not a single sound,
And there's nobody else around,
But I just mean thinking 'bout things we used to do.
(Thinking 'bout things) Like a walk in the park...
And the heartaches are the frames I'm talking to.
You got me thinking 'bout the things we used to do.
Thinking bout...