He's Gone

He's Gone

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

[02:24.94]And pour all the words that you keep inside into the song

[02:37.30]Into the song

[02:42.91]And like the leaves on the trees

[02:46.31]Like the Carpenters' song

[02:49.24]Like the planes and the trains and the lives that were young

[02:55.07]He's gone

[02:58.02]And it feels like the words to a song

[03:02.25]

With the style of a widow

And the place of your own

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