you pour all the love that you keep inside into a song
 Like "He's Gone"  and these are the thoughts that you keep inside
 You smile from your window  and stand all alone
 And pour all the love that you keep inside into the phone  into the phone

 And like the leaves on the trees
 Like the Carpenters song
 Like the planes and the trains
 and the lives that were young  he's gone
 And it feels like the words to a song

 With the style of a widow, and a place of your own
 you pour all the love that you keep inside into the phone,
 and sit alone
 Cos these are the thoughts that you keep inside
 And you smile from your window and stand all alone
 and pour all the love that you keep inside into a song, into a song

 And like the leaves on the trees,
 Like the Carpenters song,
 Like the planes and the trains
 and the lives that were young, he's gone
 And it feels like the words to a song
 And like the stains on the names of the lives that were young, he's gone
 And it feels like the words to a song,

 And like the leaves on the trees,
 Like the Carpenters song,
 Like the planes and the trains
 and the lives that were young, he's gone
 And it feels like the words to a song
 And like the stains on the names of the lives that were young, he's gone
 And it feels like the words to a song,
 So gone, so gone