Where's the word for the sadness

Where's the poetry in the pain

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

It's gone, it's just gone.



Where's the method to this madness

As we create the suffering

And we do each other in and we still hold on

But it's gone, it's just gone



(Bridge)

He says it's gone

And he can't go on living a memory

Mulling it over endlessly

Whey is that so hear 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 play for the past

I'll put it back in my pocket

It was never meant to last

It's just gone.



(repeat bridge)



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.