1967, I Miss You I'm Lonely

When I invited Frank and you, back to mine for a mange tout
When I meant ménage à trois
You laughed so hard you cracked your chin against the bar.
This statement might sound phoney
But I miss you, And I’m lonely, Distance stretches on and on and on.
Oh God how wonderful it is
Crossing bridges in the mist
Øresund across the Tejo
Behind on aggregate away
But Benfica still went through
And we still spent an afternoon
At the Gulbenkian museum
Sharing stories in the shade, oh what a day.
This statement might sound phoney
But I miss you, And I’m lonely, Distance stretches on and on and on.
I look at you
And I am confident that I’d rather look at you
Than all the portraits in existence in the world
Except possibly O’Hara by Grace Hartigan
Or something else
I’m not a connoisseur, I’m monolingual, and absurd
And I know this statement might sound phoney
But I miss you And I’m lonely
I miss you I’m lonely, Distance stretches on and on and on.