It was the shortest day of autumn
Until the moment that I caught on
That it hurts to be forgotten
I was so scared to try to kiss you
Now we were scared heââ'¬â"¢d finally missed you
But youââ'¬â"¢re very fine, a bit used
But itââ'¬â"¢s not fair
That your love should move so slow
Like the faintest starlightââ'¬â"¢s glow
Which moves swiftly, oh I know

Itââ'¬â"¢s just got oh so far to go.
So I sent some letters to her
But they missed and went right through her
Though I couldnââ'¬â"¢t find them truer.
And itââ'¬â"¢s not fair
That your love should strike so weak
And our affections feel so meek
And our futures seem so bleak
And oh weââ'¬â"¢ve got so far to go
Weââ'¬â"¢re not ever coming home