(c) André Weet


Well we used to get along
And love was all our own.
But when the money´s gone,
Your love it falls apart.
She left me for a guy,
Who´s handsome, tall and small
This I can never be,
See me in my misery.

REF: Where I left the road you shouldn´t go boys
Without knowing all the tears you might find
going there...


She´ll leave the town real soon,
to see what she can find.
And if your love is gone,
tell yourself you have been blind.

REF: Where I left...


Where I left the road, you were a heavy load
And if your love is gone, tell you self you have
been wrong!

REF: Where I left...