Sheila Don't Remember - Jude Cole

I’m the old man at the dance hall

I’m the young man in his grave

I’m the one you’re gonna cry for

When you find I’ve gone away

There’s a phone booth on a corner

A thousand miles from here

With a thousand miles between us

She could whisper in my ear

But Sheila don’t remember

Our secret little sin

No, Sheila don’t remember

Where my hands have been

Well there’s a letter in my pocket

There’s a stone inside my shoe

There’s a footprint in the yard

Where a man walked on the moon

Sail on wind, sail on water

Roll on wheels down ancient roads

This heart can only take me where the angels fear to go

And Sheila don’t remember

The way she wasted me

Or the lovers who have suffered

Against her memory

Yeah yeah

Never knew the peace of understanding

Never knew the joy of no regret

How could you let me do those things to you

And just forget

Oh, forget

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

No, Sheila don’t remember

Our secret little sin

No, Sheila don’t remember

Where my hands have been

Where my hands have been

(Yeah, yeah)

Where my hands have been

(Yeah, yeah)

Where my hands have been