I’m going back to see if I can find my lonesome girl
I’ve been told she still lives in that old part of town.
Oh, how I long to be with her and never leave again.

Light green heels unfolding, then turning into blue,
Meddle horses riding fast in the Catallian sun,
But I can only think of that lonesome girl of mine.

Italian singers in the streets, playing their Spanish guitars.
Young man crying heavily in the arms of Mona Lisa,
But I can only think of that lonesome girl of mine.

The Christian church standing so tall, its shadows now growing dull
A fortune telling lady shouting the Roman Empire is dying,
And I can only think of that lonesome girl of mine.

The gates of Rome are opened now, restless and complaining
Diamonds shining in the sun, beggars collecting tin cans.
But I can only think of that lonesome girl of mine.

Mother wolf is howling now, the orphan baby’s fighting,
The allophones of Anabelle still stuck in the mountains.
But I can only think of that lonesome girl of mine.

Now I’m going back to see if I can find my true love
Oh, I’ve been told she still lives in that old part of town.
Oh, how I long to be with her and never leave again.
For I can only think of that lonesome girl of mine.