> How does that old country song go? > > You never send me ribeyes any more. > You never drop chateaubriands or lobsters at my door. > No caviar or seared foie gras, and oh my heart is sore. > You never send me ribeyes any more. You sent me candlebuds in days long past. Your hair is now less golden underneath the Overcast. Some nights I lie awake in fear our love affair won't last. You sent me candlebuds in days long past.