Gone

There were times you should have stalled

As you sailed into the fog

Like a dog, I smelled your fear

God knows you should have been here with me

But you were gone

Now these days roll sleepily by

I can hear the old trains cry

There will always be a moon

Pulling me away from you

You're gone, gone, gone, gone

Gone are the days when the wind would brush my face

Gone are the days when you're the wind

And gone are the days when my heavy heart is worn on my sleeve

So take back your pictures

Take back your letters

Don't send me no postcards

Telling me you miss me

Cause I'm trying here, I'm trying here

And fuck what they're saying

My mind is made up

And they're all just starving

Like the rest of us

And I'm trying here, oh, I'm trying here

Gone are the days when the wind would brush my face

Gone are the days when you're the wind

And one are the days when my heavy heart is worn on your sleeve