Swing Built For Two

I’m haunted by a girl, I used to know, 22 years ago.
Seems so perfect in loneliness, I wonder what she’s doing now?
She left for California, when her mother past away.
Her dad took a job on the West Coast, I’ll never forget that day.

Never erased her memory, I never said goodbye.
I stare at night to a starry sky, hoping she’s alive.
She didn’t care about the color of my skin, or country where I came from.
We sang songs in a world of our own, on a swing built for two.

She had a coat of red and yellow, golden hair to match her smile.
And I’d give everything in this whole wide world, to see her one last time.
Always pictured happy ending, to this day I can’t quite recall.
But I hold her in my memory and I wonder what she’s doing now?

Never erased her memory, I never said goodbye.
I stare at night to a starry sky, hoping she’s alive.
She didn’t care about the color of my skin, or country where I came from.
We sang songs in a world of our own, on a swing built for two.

As years went by I spoke at night asking her for advice.
I wonder if she heard my voice?
Did she keep me in her heart?
Did she keep me in her heart?

Never erased her memory, no I never said goodbye.

She didn’t care about the color of my skin, or country where I came from.
We sang songs in a world of our own, on a swing built for two.