The months go by, I don't think of you The signal is frail, an imprint of what you do So I turn up the sound and you are nowhere I have learnt this to my cost But I maintain in the slow lane I maintain in the slow lane The scent goes by, still I smell of you You say I cry at the merest thought of you So you let me down to laugh at nothing I have learnt this for myself But I maintain in the slow lane I maintain in the slow lane So I turn down the sound and you are nowhere I have learnt this to my cost But I maintain in the slow lane I maintain in the slow lane I maintain in the slow lane So turn down the sound, you are nowhere You let me down to laugh at nothing I have learnt this to my cost I have learnt this for myself I have learnt this to my cost I have learnt this for myself I have learnt this to my cost I have learnt this for myself I have learnt this to my cost I have learnt this for myself