Amy - Roy Orbison, Chuck Turner

Wish that I could wish away love

Every memory

All the things young dreams are made of

That ever used to be

Cos if I could leave it all behind me

Thered be nothing left to constantly remind me

Of amy, of amy

She comes and goes just like the seasons

Keeping me on the run

Between the fever and the reason

Im not the only one

And I guess I’ll always feel the same about love

And I’ll find it hard to even live without the love

Of amy, amy, oh amy

Amy, amy, amy, amy…