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
Love may be gone but never forgotten
The memory won't leave you alone
And the train may be long gone from the station
But you still hear the whistle moan
Still hear the whistle moan
Time, time got so slow and thick
