She's gone
The only thing that he could find
Was her perfume
A small bottle she left behind
That's how it goes
Nineteen seventy-nine
The smell of her ghost
Hangin' round all the time

She's gone
She didn't leave a note
Alone
Spends his days sleepin' outside
And all the sky
Is an echo of birds
And that's how he feels
He can never be heard

It holds my Delora
To hold my Delora
The scent of my loved one
Did she return
She returns