Verse 1: Whatever became of that girl, the one with the
pretty name? I feed her northern kisses and Southern Comfort. She waltzed into
my life and just as fast as she came she left me cold and in discomfort.
Chorus: Was it just unrequited love? Was it just something not
meant to be or was it just something else completely? Was it just the thrill of
the chase or the conquest of the catch or something best phrased discretely?
Verse 2: Whatever became of that boy, the one in Paris,
France, who turned me on to Joni Mitchell? I had to substitute for the bait, no
Southern Comfort on the Seine, to ward off the Paris, April wind-chill.
Chorus:
Bridge: What is it that I’m missing
right now that I seem to have lost so long ago? And what is it, I keep telling
myself I should, but I just don’t know. And why live in the never was of the
love unspoken, the lost and broken?
Verse 3: So sit
right down my friend, you’re perplexed and confused, bemused so we’ll discuss
it. Pour some Southern Comfort in a glass, no thanks none for me, you see I
never touch it.
Chorus:
Bridge:
End: The love unspoken, lost and broken.
Words
and Music by David Liberty
