Jude Cole Sheila Don't Remember
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
