歌手:Scott McKenzie
专辑:《San Francisco》

作词 : Phillips
Rooms that we have lived in,
The things that they have seen;
Rooms that you shared with me,
And the rooms in between...
When you're gone, there's a drought of love.
Mornings we would wake up
Just to taste our love again,
Afraid of some break-up
Before the day could end.
When you're gone, there's a drought of love;
Empty rooms without your love.
Why can't we seem to get it on?(Why can't we seem to get it on)
Words remain unspoken (words...);
Thoughts cannot be heard(Thoughts... cannot be heard).
Love's just a token
Without some spoken word.
When your gone, there's a drought of love.
When you're gone, there's a drought of love;
Empty rooms without your love.
Why can't we seem to get it on?(Why can't we seem to get it on)
Rooms that you will live in
Not a part of me.(They'll never see...)
Rooms that you'll make love in;
Rooms I've never seen.
When you're gone, there's a drought of love...
When you're gone, there's a drought of love...