Time For Love

the toys in the attic are old and worn

they don't sing and dance these days

the ghosts in the cradle are cold and torn

and don't remember anyway

you know i'd die for you, i'd even live

i'd give you everything i have to give

but it's so late, he said, no time to lose

i can't do everything, it's time to choose

she left before sunrise, i woke to find

a half-mug of coffee, black and cold

the sheets are all crumpled, the pillows warm

and i'm half dead beneath the fold

i'll tell you this, she said over the phone

when i was next to you, i felt alone

i think we need some time...you know it's true

if i return some day, i'll come for you

the last time he held her was long ago

she belongs to someplace else

but then when she wouldn't just let him go

he was set beside himself

i miss your voice, she said, and i miss your hands

you bring the water to these desert lands

and when she wrote him, she said push came to shove

just goes to show, i guess...there's time for love