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 three thousand 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, three thousand miles from here