(John Oates)



Opening night, nothing new Atlanta

Into the spotlight, one more time

Just in time to play

To one man and an empty table

He was drinking down the pain

All he could say was this lady's name...



Oh Camellia won't you take me away



After the show, when the room was empty

No, he wouldn't go

So I asked him why he called her name

It seems she was some magic one night

With something for his pain

But all she left was a pretty name...



Oh Camellia won't you take me away

To paradise tropical moon

Don't you leave me sitting here in Atlanta