| A | Bm | |
| We walk the streets to | gether |
| E | A | |
| And | through the city's | square |
| D | |
| She reaches out to | touch me |
| E | A | |
| And says | Gene, are you | there? |
| A | Bm | |
| She smiles when I am | near her |
| E | A | |
| And she | feels the love we | share |
| D | |
| She searches for my | hand with hers |
| E | A | |
| And says | Gene, are you | there? |
| Chorus: |
| A | D | |
| But she's never seen the | moonlights |
| E | A | |
| Or the | sunsets in the | west |
| D | |
| And she's never seen the | dawning of the spring |
| A | E | |
| And | maybe for the | best |
| A | E | A | |
| But she | needs me, she | needs me and I'm | there |
| She shows her love like a woman can |
| And I know she really cares |
| But her eyes don't follow me around |
| She says Gene, are you there? |
| We walk the beach in the summer sun |
| And I am always near |
| Then I reach out and touch here hand |
| Saying Honey I'm here. |
| Chorus |
| by: José Duarte |
| jtduarte1@gmail.com |