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
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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