No matter what the season was
It was still a black and white town
If there was an easy way out
He knew it wasn't his time
He was tough and romantic
As the city he loved
But where was the joy, the core, the sadness in his heart.
Am I getting through to you
Am I getting through to you
Am I getting through to you
She was only 17 and gorgeous in her mind
Also good looking but something he didn't mind
Always million miles away when he wanted to roll the dice
Asking myself who she was and what were the details.
I just didn't know quite how
Getting through to you
I just didn't know quite how
Getting through to you
Missed the one in my old town
that could have coloured my youth.