Crystal Gayle

^G You no longer notice ^C if I'm wearing per- ^G fume
I seldom hear a lover's word from ^D you
Your ^G attention's wrapped up ^C in the mornin' ^G paper
And I feel a restless ^D yearn for somethin' ^G 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.
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It's a ^D habit for us to be to- ^G geth- ^G7 er
We ^C sit and watch the dead'ning ^D shadows ^G go
Ev'ry day last year I ^C left for Cali- ^G fornia
This is my ^D year for Mexi- ^G 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