See her walking down the street
She reads the signs that no one sees
I ask myself will she remember me?

From Edge Lane to London Road
I'd catch the bus there every Friday
Hoping that I'd see her once again

Ref:
Heavy sighs and border lines
I'm a prisoner, when she's so fancy free
Will she remember me?
Will she remember me?

It seems like a month of Sundays
Since I saw her cross the road
The summer sun it never seemed so cold

Then one day to my surprise
I spied her on the other side
I tried to speak but my tongue it was tied

Ref 2x

I met a friend friend who knew her mother
He said he saw her yesterday
He said she said that she went away

Now she wears a diamond ring
And glides across the crystal floor
She doesn't walk down my street anymore

Heavy sighs and border lines
I'm a prisoner, when she's so fancy free
Will she remember me?
Will she remember me?
Will she remember me?
Will she remember me?