One, two
One, two

I walked around for hours
Two ten pence pieces in my hand
I was alone and freezing
Still trying hard to understand you

I left the others knowing
I had to work this by myself
But now the feeling's growing
I would be better off with their help

So baby, what we've got
Has lately
Not been enough
Not been enough

I wish I had your scarf still
That once embraced
And kept me warm
I wish you could be with me
In these last days when I am still hopelessly poor

Stay out of trouble
Stay in touch
Try not to think about me too much1