Went down to Santa Fe, where Renoir paints the walls,

described you clearly, but the sky began to fall 



Am I ever gonna see your face again? 



Trams cars and taxis, like a wax-works on the move

carrying young girls past me, but none of them are you 



Am I ever gonna see your face again? 



Without you near me I got no place to go

wait at the bar, maybe you might show 



Am I ever gonna see your face again? 



I got to stop these tears that's falling from my eye

go walk out in the rain, so no one sees me cry 



Am I ever gonna see your face again? 



Can't stop the memory that goes climbing through my brain

I get no answer so the question still remains 



Am I ever gonna see your face again?