I had one friend in high school recently he hung himself with string

His note said

"If livin' is the problem, well that's just baffling."

And at the wake I waited around to see my ex first love

And I barely recognized her, but I knew exactly what she was thinking of

We sat quietly in the corner whispering close about loss

And I remembered why I loved her, and I asked her why I drove her off



She said

The slow fade of love

Its soft edge might cut you

And our poor friend, Jim

Well he just lived within

The slow fade of love



A woman calls my house once a week; she's always selling things

Some charity, a phone plan, a subscription to a magazine

And as I turned her down, I always do, there was something trembling in her voice

I said

Hey, what troubles you?

She said

I'm surprised you noticed

Well, my husband, he's leaving, and I can't convince him to stay

And he'll take our daughter with him, she wants to go with him anyway

I'm sorry I'm hard to live with, living is the problem for me

I'm selling people things they don't want when I don't know what you need



He said the slow fade of love

And its mist might choke you

It's my gradual descent

Into a life I never meant

It's the slow fade of love



I was driving south of Melrose; I happened upon my old lover's old house

I found myself staring at the closed up door like the day she threw me out

"Dianna, Dianna, Dianna I would die for you

I'm in love with you completely, I'm afraid that's all I can do"

She said

"You can sleep upon my doorstep, you can promise me indifference, Jim

But my mind is made up, and I'll never let you in again"



For the slow fade of love

It might hit you from below

It's your gradual descent

Into a life you never meant

It's the slow fade of love