The sky meets oblivion
Tears lost in the pouring rain
Dreams of picket fences
Now only the weeds remain

There are times I almost
Forget my broken heart
But then it comes back
The memory of how it broke apart

Drinks on a table
At someone's wedding I don't remember
But somehow I recall thinking
That you and I would be forever

These paths I walk
I know not where they are leading
All these wounds I carry with me
But I can tell that I am bleeding

I have such a long way to go
And my years are starting to show
The colour is washing out
From this heart without a home