One fine day, you'll look at me And you will know our love was, meant to be. One fine day, you're gonna want me for your girl. - Carole King

He moved with some uncertainty, as if he didn't know Just what he was there for, or where he ought to go Once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree And his hand come down empty...

I think I'm going back
To the things I learned so well
In my youth.
I think I'm returning to
The days when I was young enough
To know the truth.

So far away
Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore?
It would be so fine to see your face at my door.
Doesn't help to know you're so far away.