fall. You never wrote me, you never called. Nathan Jones you've been gone too long. Gone too long If a woman could die of tears. Nathan Jones, well, I wouldn't be here. The key that you're holding
fall. You never wrote me, you never called. Nathan Jones you've been gone too long. Gone too long If a woman could die of tears. Nathan Jones, well, I wouldn't be here. The key that you're holding
Up at eight, you can't be late. For Matthew & Son, he won't wait. Watch them run down to platform one. And the eight thirty train to Matthew & Son Matthew & Son, the work's never done. There's