November Rain - Blanco White

Feel the rhythm of the train

You trail on the platform’s edge

Hoping for my hand instead of

A fading silhouette

For I always knew, that when

Our love was through after long lives run

We’d trail like the rail tracks

Not knowing who’d won

Don’t you wish it was clear?

I’ve been thinking these thoughts for years now

No not all’s been forgotten

Don’t you wish you were here?

So is this why I couldn’t stay?

Each word has found its edge

On the ground we know that’s

Vanished and withered

The moth leaps in the darkened room

And the dog lies curled by the fire

It’s cold outside

There she stands in the doorway

Snow on her boots

Red on those lips

Don’t you wish it was clear?

I’ve been thinking these thoughts for years now

No not all’s been forgotten

Don’t you wish you were here?

So is this why I couldn’t stay?

Each word has found its edge

On the ground we know that’s

Vanished and withered

There’s nothing left I owe

There’s nothing left I owe

Behind two empty faces moves before us

A voice we cannot reach

A frozen vision of a river rowed out

Out to the sea

I long for the tide’s straight line

Out on the shore

A bitter line, a solid wall

Never to fall

So is this why I couldn’t stay?

Each word has found its edge

On the ground we know that’s

Vanished and withered