Текст: Jeff Buckley. Mystery White Boy. The Man That Got Away.

(Words by Ira Gershwin, Music by Harold Arlen & Performed by Judy Garland)

Very nice man

The road is bitter,
The stars have lost their glitter;
The winds grow colder
Suddenly you're older
And all because of the man that got away.

No more his eager call
The writing's on the wall
The dreams you dreamed
Have all gone astray

The man that won you
Has run off and undone you.
That great beginning
Has seen the final inning
Don't know what happened
It's all a crazy game
A game

No more that all-time thrill
For you've been through the mill
And never a new love
Will be the same

Good riddance, good-bye
Every trick of his you're on to
But fools will be fools
And where's he gone to?

The road gets rougher
It's lonelier and tougher
With hope you burn up
Tomorrow he might turn up
There's just no letup
The live-long night and day

Ever since this world began
There is nothing sadder than
A one-man woman looking for
The man that got away
The man that got away