Today I Drove To Killaloe

And I Thought Of You

Drifting Through The Hills Of Spain

Oh God I'd Love To See You Again

I Crossed The Bridge To Ballina And

There You Are

At Least It Looks Like You In The Rain

Outside The Crowded Bar

But What Would You Be Doing Here

When You're Far Too Busy Wrestling

With Your Own Fear

But It Wasn't Me Who Smashed Your

Heart Remember In The First Place

Now I'm Glad That I'm Packing For

New York To Get Away

It'll Do Me Good

Oh It'll Sort Me Out, So My Friends Say

But Will We Never Walk The Hills Of

Tipperary Or Look Across At Clare

Standing So Close Together In The

Evening How Can It Be Fair

You See I Just Can't Turn This Stuff Off

'Cause You Took The Key

When You Left That Sunday Morning

You Know You Stole A Part Of Me…

So Next Time I Drive To Killaloe Remind

Me Not To Think Of You

Have You Grown Your Hair?

Do You Still Smoke?

Have You Kissed Someone…else?

Today I Drove To Killaloe

And I Missed You…

C'mon Now Pull Yourself Together,

Take A Deep Breath,

Count From One To Ten