A Linda Song — текст песни (Barry Manilow)

He never wrote a song for Linda
He wrote as though he lived alone
He wrote of dreams that end
And of sad brave men
Inventing worlds he`d never known

But he never wrote a song for Linda
And she was right there all along
Loved him back to life
When his luck ran low
But he never wrote a Linda song

He nearly broke his heart at writing
Linda kept him from despair
Standin` by his side
through the hungry days
But he hardly seemed to see her there

And he never wrote a song for Linda
And she was right there all along
The one real thing in his crazy world
And he never wrote a Linda song.

When the bills piled up
He couldn`t pay
He couldn`t dream no more
So he hitched a ride and he rode away
And he left a note for Linda by the door
By the door

When times got rough he`d phone her
Once or twice she took the call
Then she changed her number and she turned her head
And Linda never looked back at all

He`ll never write a song for Linda
And she was right there all along
All he knows is no one understands
And he never wrote a Linda song
No he never wrote a Linda song