(Margaret A. Rich)



The room is smoky that's why I'm crying

It's been a long long day that's why I'm sighing

And there's nothing in the world to do with her

She goes her way and I go mine

Whatever she's seeking I know she'll find

Oh, but the music's sad that's why I'm drinking

If I seem a little quiet it's just because I'm thinking

And there's nothing in the world to do with her.



I'd like to call her just to ask her how it feels to be free

But she has nothing nothing in the world to do with me

I'd like to call her just to ask her how it feels to be free

But she has nothing nothing in the world to do with me...