Where's the word for the sadness



Where's the poetry in the pain



Where's the color in the stain where the tears have fallen



It's gone, it's just gone



 



Where's the method to this madness



As we create this suffering



And we do each other in and we still hold on



But it's gone, it's just gone



 



(*) He says it's gone



And he can't go on a living a memory



Mulling it over endlessly



Why is that so hard for me to see



He says it's gone



And he can't go on trying to live a lie



And when he cries, I know it's over



But I may never know why



 



There's no face in the locket



There's no place for the past



I'll put it back in my pocket



It was never meant to last



It's just gone



 



Repeat (*)



 



There's no word for the sadness



There's no poetry in the pain



There's no color in the stain where the tears have fallen



It's gone, it's just gone



 



It's gone, it's just gone



Well, it's gone