Walk On By
Burt Bacharach, Hal David, Bacharach & David
If you see me walking down the streets
And I start to cry
Each time we meet
Walk on by
Aahh walk on by
Make believe
I can see the tears
Now let me grieve in private
'Cause each time i see you
I just want to cry
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
I just can't get over losing you
And so if I seem so broken in pieces
Walk on by
Aah walk on by
With foolish pride
If I can't see the tears
Let me hide
From the tears and the sadness
You gave me
When you said goodbye
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
Just go for a stroll in the trees
Walk on by
Aahh walk on by
And make believe
That I can't see the tears
Now let me grieve in private
'Cause each time i see you
I break down and cry
Walk on by
Walk on by