Crystal Gayle

This Is My Year for Mexico

You no longer notice if I'm wearing per- fume
I seldom hear a lover's word from you
Your attention's wrapped up in the mornin' paper
And I feel a restless yearn for somethin' new.
We used to whisper love across the nighttime
Now we never whisper nor recall
Our love is left upon the shelf of winter
Where the sunlight never touches it at all.
CHORUS
It's a habit for us to be to- geth- er
We sit and watch the dead'ning shadows go
Ev'ry day last year I left for Cali- fornia
This is my year for Mexi- co.
Your back is turned to me while you are leaving
I close my eyes while I pretend to go
>From the road I hear the sound of passing traffic
Some of them are bound for Mexico.
CHORUS