there s my yellow bird and though i d love to feel love from her it was all in the past and my white picket fence is burning to the ground there s that orange shirt burned in my memory from this hurt it was the last time we touched i didn t know i d never see you again won t you let me go for every man has known a love of this kind just keep your hands off mine as the years go by i see the stars they slowly die and the memories fade with each passing day and as an old man looking back on the long life that i ve had i will think of this and smile and be glad i knew you for a while so i ll let you go for every man has known a love of this kind just keep your hands off mine 