Gone

There were times you should have stalled As you sailed into the fog Like a dog, I smelled your fear God knows you should have been here with me But you were gone 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 are the days when the wind would brush my face Gone are the days when you're the wind Gone are the days when my heavy heart is worn on my sleeve 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 My mind is made up And they're all just starving Like the rest of us And I'm trying here, I'm trying here Gone are the days when the wind would brush my face Gone are the days when you're the wind Gone are the days when your heavy heart is worn on my sleeve --- Gone - The Head and the Heart