And it came from nothing   But there was always something   And when the sky burned brighter   And the nights grew darker      Hold on to everyone   That I hold dearest   To my heart   And I won't forget them      I won't forget them      Fading, always fading   Never needed more   Waiting, always waiting   Scraped across the wooden floor      And the passing time   Reaches Out   And Covers Me   With Images   Of everyone that I have known   Are ever hard to see      And I won't forget them   And I won't forget them      Fading, always fading   Never needed more   Waiting, always waiting   Scraped across the wooden floor      When the day is done   Another setting sun is down   When the day is done   Another setting sun      Waiting, always waiting   Scraped across the wooden floor      Scraped across the wooden floor   When will you be coming home?   Scraped across the wooden floor   When will you be coming home?   Scraped across the wooden floor   When will you be coming home?      Scraped across the wooden floor