I used to walk with you
  along the avenue.
  Our hearts were carefree and gay.
  How could I know I'd lose you
  somewhere along the way?
  
  The friends we used to know
  would always smile hello.
  No love like our love, they'd say.
  Then love slipped through our fingers
  somewhere along the way.
  
  I should forget,
  but with the lonliness of night
  I start remembering everything.
  You're gone, and yet
  there's still a feeling deep inside
  that you will always be part of me.
  
  So, now I look for you
  along the avenue,
  and as I wander I pray
  that someday soon I'll find you
  somewhere along the way.
  Somewhere along the way.