Are you still here
Are you still haunting me
Are you still wanting me to want you
Although you have gone

Are you still here
I don't know what to do for this
I thought I traded you for Mr. Blues
But you keep hangin' on

I thought you had gone for good
I thought I could make it
Even though I thought I could
I can't take it

You're like a chain, my love
And I can't seem to break it
You're like a chain, my love
And I can't seem to break it

Yes, you're still here
How can you be here when you're there
I feel your presence everywhere
Although you have gone
You keep hangin' on
Although you have gone

Smokey Robinson

Arguably the greatest songwriter of the latter half of the 20th century, Robinson’s timeless creations for Motown, both for his own group and for other artists, provided the ultimate example of what a pop song can be. From The Beatles to Bob Dylan, the rest of the 60s followed in his wake

As if that wasn’t enough, he created a whole new genre in the mid-70s with “quiet storm”, a radio format named after one of his songs. He continues writing and performing today.