there were times you should have stalled
as you sailed into the fog
like a dog i smelled your fear
lord knows you should have been here with me
but you were gone
now these days roll sleepily by
i can hear the old trains cry
there will always be a moon pulling me away from you
you're gone
gone
gone
gone
gone are the days when the wind would brush my face
gone are the days when you're the wind
and
gone are the days when my heavy heart is worn on my sleeve
so take back your pictures
take back your letters
don't send me no postcards telling me you miss me
'cause i'm trying here
i'm trying here
and fuck what they're saying
'cause my mind is made up
and they're all just starving like the rest of us
and i'm trying here
oh
i'm trying here
and you don't even see
gone are the days when the wind would brush my face
gone are the days when you're the wind
and
gone are the days when my heavy heart is worn on your sleeve
whether it's your head or your heart
and you're too damn scared to start
it's in your mind and your soul
but you just don't know where to go
it's in your head and your heart
and you're too damn scared to start
it's in your mind and your soul
but you just don't know where to go
now you're gone