I read the
paper and I hear the news.
I search the
heavens vainly for clues.
Where has he
gone to, and where can he be?
I need
someone, we need someone.
Come back,
Jimmy Dean.
Yesterday
morning I read in the Times,
things cost a
dollar that once cost a dime.
And
everyone's lonely 'cause everyone's free.
I need
someone. We need someone.
Come back,
Jimmy Dean.
All our loves
are loved and lost.
Our hearts
all hung with rust.
All the
golden birds and lads all must,
like chimney
sweeps, come to dust.
I'll pour a
drink; adjust my TV,
and stare at
the shadows that stare out at me.
I have no
expectations, oh, but occasionally
I need
someone. You were someone.
Come back,
Jimmy Dean.
I need
someone. You were someone.
Please come
back, Jimmy Dean.