simona, you're getting older.
your journey's been etched on your skin.
simona, wish i had known that,
what seemed so strong has been and gone.
i would call you up every sunday night,
and we'd both stay out till the morning light,
and we sang, “here we go again”.
and though time goes by, i will always be,
in a club with you in 1973,
singing, “here we go again”.
simona, wish i was sober,
so i could see clearly now the rain has gone.
simona, i guess it1s over.
my memory plays out to the same old songs.
i would call you up every sunday night,
and we'd both stay out till the morning light,
and we sang, “here we go again”.
and though time goes by, i will always be,
in a club with you in 1973,
singing, “here we go again”.
i would call you up every sunday night,
and we'd both stay out till the morning light,
and we sang, “here we go again”.
and though time goes by, i will always be,
in a club with you in 1973,
singing, “here we go again”.
and though time goes by, i will always be,
in a club with you in 1973,
singing, “here we go again”.
