Simone, you’re getting older.
Your journey’s been etched on your skin.
Simone, wish I had known that,
What seemed so strong has been and gone.
I would call you up every Saturday night,
And we’d both stay out till the morning light,
And we sang, “Here we go again”.
And though time goes by, I will always be,
In a club with you in 1973,
Singing, “Here we go again”.
Simone, wish I was sober,
So I could see clearly now the rain has gone.
Simone, I guess it’s over.
My memory plays out to the same old songs.
I would call you up every Saturday night,
And we’d both stay out till the morning light,
And we sang, “Here we go again”.
And though time goes by, I will always be,
In a club with you in 1973,
Singing, “Here we go again”.
I would call you up every Saturday night,
And we’d both stay out till the morning light,
And we sang, “Here we go again”.
And though time goes by, I will always be,
In a club with you in 1973,
Singing, “Here we go again”.
And though time goes by, I will always be,
In a club with you in 1973,
Singing, “Here we go again”.