Goodnight, Mrs. Jones

the old church is dark
and the people have gone.
i was one of the many
who stood in the throng.
though you saw me smile
i was playing a part.
while others threw rice
i threw you my heart.
good night mrs. jones
whereever you are.
with my old ex buddy
who’s driving the car.
snuggle close to that theif,
as you ride through the gloom,
good night mrs. jones,
happy honeymoon.
i walk by the river
but the river says, «no!».
its waters so cold, so dark,
and so slow.
i look at the moon
but i can’t see him smile,
i’ll leave the old river
and think a little while.
i open the door and walk into my room
alone i sit dreaming, and longing for you.
the lady next door sings her baby
to sleep.
tonight, you are smiling, but
my poor heart weeps.
good night mrs. jones
whereever you are.
with my old ex buddy
who’s driving the car.
snuggle close to that theif
as you ride through the gloom.
good night mrs. jones —
happy honeymoon.