Walking slow late in the morning

What am I gonna do?

Walking slow late in the morning

My heart is breaking in two

If she'd come by

I would lose all my blues

If she don't return

I'm gonna wear out my shoes

Walking slow feeling like crying

What am I gonna do?

(To lovers, the Moon is a daily beauty; but to this man, it is a deadly curse.)

(Weightless I arrived at the turbid sea, my toes dropped in a pool of light [?] and I was sent back, oh how I danced with the deserted desires")

Can do without her? There's no use in trying

My heart is breaking in two

If she'd comе by

I would lose all my blues

If she don't rеturn

I'm gonna wear out my shoes

Walking slow feeling like crying

What am I gonna do?