PHOTOGRAPH RINGO STARR -------------------------------------------------------------------- Every time I see your face It reminds me of the places We used to go. But all I've got is a photograph And I realise you're not coming back Any more. I thought I'd make it The day you went away But I can't make it Till you come home again to stay. I can't get used to living in And my heart is broke My tears are cried for you. I want you here to have and hold As the years go by and we grow old And grey. Now you're expecting me To live without you. But that's not something That I'm looking forward to. I can't get used to living in . . . Every time I see your face . . .