(Lee Ross)

These lyin' lips, said they'd forget,
Those same lovin' arms that I miss,
This foolish heart, that let me part,
From those sweet tender lips I long to kiss.

Chorus:
I hear the ticking of the clock as it begged me then to stop,
Each picture on the wall seemed to cry,
And that old rusty gate, I can hear it beg me wait,
While the curtain in the window waves goodbye.

In memory, I still can see,
Two arms that once held me tight,
Oh how I miss a tender kiss,
From those lovin' lips that I kissed goodbye.

Chorus:
I hear the ticking of the clock as it begged me then to stop,
Each picture on the wall seemed to cry,
And that old rusty gate, I can hear it beg me wait,
While the curtain in the window waves goodbye.