Nathan Jones 拿丹

You packed your bags And I recall. You were sorry, babe, don't know how. You planned your getaway To ease your mind. And all you needed was just a little time. Whoa, wintertime, spring fall. You never wrote me. You never called, yeah. Nathan Jones, you been gone too long. Nathan Jones, you been gone too long. If I promised to dry your tears. Nathan 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. Do, do, do. Wintertime, spring and fall. You never wrote me. You never wrote me. You never called. You never called. Nathan Jones, you been gone too long. Nathan Jones, you been gone too long. Nathan Jones, you been gone too long. Nathan Jones, you been gone too long.