He sits down there round the street corner,
With his heart on his torn sleeve
Eyes fixed on the same old girl, dedicating that same old song,
First love ain't forgotten so easily you see
He writhes away in the midst of unrequited love,
His world - a fading dark mirage, and he's just the lonely figure
The Ode he's dedicated to love now lost, he'll continue playing
No giving up whatsoever.. This guy, he ain't no quitter
