Can you still hear your name
Being carried by the wind Baby
Can you still hear my goodbye
Your family said had to go
They said he's the wrong Religion
I said, God only knows
We were just fifteen baby
Far too young, I know
You were my first sweet heart
You said I was your true love
You told me over the phone
Told me I had to go
You came back to see me
Years later, I know
It made me glad
And a little sad
I'm a little wiser now
I'm still the wrong religion baby
God only knows
I still gaze at your face
Hanging there in the clouds
The same face I pictured
When I put down that phone
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