"Talk" No. 2 - George Shearing Quintet

Oh jealous me and careless you the odds were just too great

I couldn’t take those lonely nights you made me sit and wait

I thought I’d seen the last of you when you walked out of sight

Instead I see you in my dreams each night

So the key’s in the mailbox come on in

I’m sitting here wishing dear I had your love again

I’ll never even ask you where you’ve been the key’s in the mailbox come on in

I said I’d rather be alone than share your company

I said don’t come around at all if you want more than me

But sitting here alone I can’t deny the flame that burns

I’d gladly take you back on any terms

So the key’s in the mailbox…