Tears on a pillow eyes on the phone

you pour all the love that you keep inside into a song

Like "He's Gone" and these are the thoughts that you keep inside

You smile from your window and stand all alone

And pour all the love that you keep inside into the phone into the phone



And like the leaves on the trees

Like the Carpenters song

Like the planes and the trains

and the lives that were young he's gone

And it feels like the words to a song



With the style of a widow, and a place of your own

you pour all the love that you keep inside into the phone,

and sit alone

'cause these are the thoughts that you keep inside

And you smile from your window and stand all alone

and pour all the love that you keep inside into a song, into a song



And like the leaves on the trees,

Like the Carpenters song,

Like the planes and the trains

and the lives that were young, he's gone

And it feels like the words to a song

And like the stains on the names of the lives that were young, he's gone

And it feels like the words to a song,



And like the leaves on the trees,

Like the Carpenters song,

Like the planes and the trains

and the lives that were young, he's gone

And it feels like the words to a song

And like the stains on the names of the lives that were young, he's gone

And it feels like the words to a song,

So gone, so gone....