Your initials on the singles
   That you chose to leave behind
   Sit in my collection
   They get played from time to time
   Left to remind me of something I'd forgot
   The images of loving before I lost the plot
   What was love to us
   Just sensation
   What was love to us
   The invitation
   To sit on my bed stand by a tree
   What were we feeling
   What was love to us
  
   The stagecoach would get held up
   On a Sunday afternoon
   We're dozing by the TV
   On a sofa with no room
   No room to lay out flat with her there by my side
   One eye on her movements one eye on Rawhide
  
   I just wasn't made for these times
   Spun around my record deck
   How green was my valley
   How blue the eyes that wept
   Looking back I don't think that I really cared
   This was my first lesson with nothing to compare