3,000 Miles From Here

Fare thee well, gentle maid
I'll see you on your way;
And the sun will rise tomorrow
And wash my sins away
For I know that I've abused you
But I only had a day
And I know that's why you left me
In your own sad little way -
I am gone - disappeared
But I hear a young dove crying
3000 miles from here

Some would say you were a loser
'Cause you play a loser's game
But then if I am a winner
Why then am I so ashamed?
If you hear a young dove crying
You'll know it's me to blame
For I never got her number;
I never knew her name
Now she's gone - disappeared
But I hear a young dove crying
3000 miles from here