| Song | Lovers |
| Artist | Olivia Newton-John |
| Album | Clearly Love |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Mickey Newbury Music:Mickey Newbury Arranger:John Farrar | |
| Once they were lovers but now they're not friends | |
| She's found another--he says it's the end | |
| To think they once tore down the wall for a door | |
| But now they don't speak anymore | |
| So he walks the streets--the few nights he can stand | |
| Drinking her memory away when he can | |
| Friends once would reach out to them from the shore | |
| But now they don't cry anymore | |
| How does it all come to happen | |
| That's not what loving is for | |
| And if I thought it was, I'd leave here in the morning | |
| I'd sooner sleep on the floor | |
| Oh when will we learn really what loving is | |
| It's not what you get in return but what you give | |
| To think they once tore down the wall for a door | |
| But now they don't speak anymore |
| Lyrics: Mickey Newbury Music: Mickey Newbury Arranger: John Farrar | |
| Once they were lovers but now they' re not friends | |
| She' s found anotherhe says it' s the end | |
| To think they once tore down the wall for a door | |
| But now they don' t speak anymore | |
| So he walks the streetsthe few nights he can stand | |
| Drinking her memory away when he can | |
| Friends once would reach out to them from the shore | |
| But now they don' t cry anymore | |
| How does it all come to happen | |
| That' s not what loving is for | |
| And if I thought it was, I' d leave here in the morning | |
| I' d sooner sleep on the floor | |
| Oh when will we learn really what loving is | |
| It' s not what you get in return but what you give | |
| To think they once tore down the wall for a door | |
| But now they don' t speak anymore |
| Lyrics: Mickey Newbury Music: Mickey Newbury Arranger: John Farrar | |
| Once they were lovers but now they' re not friends | |
| She' s found anotherhe says it' s the end | |
| To think they once tore down the wall for a door | |
| But now they don' t speak anymore | |
| So he walks the streetsthe few nights he can stand | |
| Drinking her memory away when he can | |
| Friends once would reach out to them from the shore | |
| But now they don' t cry anymore | |
| How does it all come to happen | |
| That' s not what loving is for | |
| And if I thought it was, I' d leave here in the morning | |
| I' d sooner sleep on the floor | |
| Oh when will we learn really what loving is | |
| It' s not what you get in return but what you give | |
| To think they once tore down the wall for a door | |
| But now they don' t speak anymore |