Wendy dearest I can't be with you. And the flowers in the median are the torture of my mind and soul. And the nearest I can get to you is the longest view I've ever seen is the closest that we've ever been. Agony and ecstasy. So absence makes the heart grow fonder. But a busy signal breaks my heart and no answer leaves me hanging on. Even your silence on the other end beats the mindless chatter of the open road... the sweetest sound I know. Agony and ecstasy. Hand in hand they stand to testify that I belong to thee. Agony and ecstasy. When this world brings me down I need you around. Wendy dearest I can't be with you and the flowers in the median are the torture of my mind and soul. And the nearest I can get to you is the longest view I've ever seen... the closest that we've ever been. Agony and ecstasy. Hand in hand they stand to testify that I belong to thee. Agony and ecstasy.