DAYS ARE GONE
PAST AND FAR BEHIND THE SCENE
PURE, WHITE, CLEAN AND FRESH
ROSY AND CREAMSY
AND BEAUTIFUL AND GEOUGEOUS
THE DAYS I FIRST MET EBERE
THE DAY I FIRST SPOKE MY HEART TO HER
THAT DAY WHEN SHE SMILED AT MY TEARS
WHEN I FIRST POURED OUT MY MIND
NOW WE GOT ALONG THE PANE
FOND AND FULL OF OURSELVES
LOCKED AND BURIED IN SMILES
UNDER THIS TREE WHERE WE SAT
NOW EBERE IS GONE
NOW EBERE IS AFAR
IN A HOME FAR FROM HOME
IN A PLACE CLOSE TO THE DESERT
THE DESERT WHERE I MUST GO
THE DESERT AND ISLAND OF NOWHERE
THE DESERT THAT DIVEDES US BOTH
FROM THE WARM TILT THAT SWAYS OUR MINDS
FROM THAT SMILE THAT STARES AT ME
AS I HOLD THIS STILL EBERE
THE SILOUHETE OF SHE
THE MEMORY THAT REMINDS ME HOW SHE LOOKS
EVEN THOUGH THEY HAVE TRACES OF TEARS
AS I POUR ON THEM EACH NIGHT TILL SLEE
ONE DAY
MY RAINY SHALL BE-GONE