It was a Sunday afternoon,
Waiting around,
Under the awning as it rained,
Looking to drown,

But life goes on and on,
And it goes on and on,

Until I noticed you had left,
Next to the stories,
I could hear footsteps in the street,
They were not yours,

But life goes on and on,
And it goes on and on,

Up and down cobble roads in town,
I walked alone,
Seeing your face from time to time,
Hurts to my bones,

But life goes on and on,
And it goes on and on.