Nathan Jones — Bananarama

You packed your bags as I recall And you walked slowly down the hall You said you had to get away to ease your mind And all you needed was a little of time

Oh winter's passed spring and fall You never rung me, you never called Nathan Jones you've been gone too long Gone too long

If a woman could die of tears Nathan Jones, well, I wouldn't be here The key that you're holding won't fit my door And there's no room in my heart for you no more

Nathan Jones