Went down to Santa Fe, where Renoir paints the walls,  Described you clearly, but the sky began to fall    Am I ever gonna see your face again?    Trams cars and taxis, like a wax-works on the move  Carrying young girls past me, but none of them are you    Am I ever gonna see your face again?    Without you near me I got no place to go  Wait at the bar, maybe you might show    Am I ever gonna see your face again?    I got to stop these tears that's falling from my eye  Go walk out in the rain, so no one sees me cry    Am I ever gonna see your face again?    Can't stop the memory that goes climbing through my brain  I get no answer so the question still remains    Am I ever gonna see your face again?