Gone - Well I hate how that word rattles all around in this room
Alone - with her memory so strong I could sweep it up with a broom
Tears - If I shed any more I'm afraid they might wear out my face
Clear - Yes it's clear to me now that her love can never be replaced because

Love may be gone but never forgotten
Her memory won't leave you alone
And the train may be long gone from the station
But you still hear the whistle moan
Still hear that whistle moan

Time - Time got so slow and thick that the clock hardly ticks anymore
Crime - It's a crime how I sit there and stare like a dog at the door
Blame - Oh yes I'll take the blame. I admit I did not treat her right
Shame - It's a shame laying here all alone on a cold windy night because

(repeat chorus)

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