The tears of joy and laughter soft and sweet.
The tender petals crushed beneath my feet.
It's funny how a man can lose his way
When love has gone with dreams of yesterday.
The smiles of God, A bride and groom, two rings.
Too bad I'll never learn to love these things.
There are no dreams when sorrow comes to stay;
There is no love to whisper time away.
In the mirror empty tables,
And there's a man with a face
Just like mine
And he's crying
The bride is gone; a fool has lost his way
Where party lights have died among the gay.