I read the paper and I hear the news.
I search the heavens vainly for clues.
Where has he gone to, and where can he be?
I need someone, we need someone.
Come back, Jimmy Dean.
Yesterday morning I read in the Times,
Things cost a dollar that once cost a dime.
And everyone's lonely 'cause everyone's free.
I need someone. We need someone.
Come back, Jimmy Dean. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/bette_midler/come_back_jimmy_dean.html ]
All our loves are loved and lost.
Our hearts all hung with rust.
All the golden birds and lads all must,
Like chimney sweeps, come to dust.
I'll pour a drink; adjust my TV,
And stare at the shadows that stare out at me.
I have no expectations, oh, but occasionally
I need someone. You were someone.
Come back, Jimmy Dean.
I need someone. You were someone.
Please come back, Jimmy Dean.