Let me tell you about this torch I carry

It's not much of a career

And it won't make my fortune I fear

But it stays alight and won't be buried

It's brighter year-by-year

And someday it will surely disappear



When it does I'll know I've laid to rest

The ghost of your unhappiness

That flits around from room to room

A widow on a honeymoon

A shadow on a harvest moon



So put away this torch you carry

For it's doing you no good

And surely you know by now that you should

And come the day you die or marry

Will you be understood

When you say that you wanted but never could



Turn your back and lay to rest

The ghost of your unhappiness

That flits around from room to room

A widow on a honey moon

A shadow on a harvest moon



I write these words to make them true,

"I've drowned my torch and so should you."