Her Used-To-Been

Spain The Blue Moods Of Spain Her Used-To-Been She knew it was all over When she turned her back On her used-to-been She knew it was all over When she turned from him She turned to me What's for me to say I see that you've been crying Your own man's arms Like to bear their fists But my arms have hands like a graceful nest And all they want to do is hold, hold you