Gone
Well I hate how that word rattles all around in this room
Alone
With her memory so strong I could sweep it up with a broom
Tears
If I shed anymore I'm afraid they might wear out my face
Clear
Yes it's clear to me now that her love can never be replaced
Chours:
Love may be gone but never forgotten. The memory won't leave you alone and teh train may be long gone from teh station. But you still hear the whistle moan still hear the whistle moan.
Time
Time got so slow and thick that the clock hardly tricks anymore
Crime
It's a crime how I sit here and stare like a dog at the door
Blame
Oh yes I'll take the blame I admit I did not treat her right
Shame
It's a shame layin' here all alone on this cold windy night
