(Wayland Holyfield)      Faded pictures, yellow from time   Well worn memories of days gone by   Needing someone and nobody’s there   These are the things   Broken dreams are made of,   Lord they’re everywhere.      Oh, the tears of the lonely    Keep falling all the time,    Tears of the lonely    Never dry.      Another nightime that just never ends   A helpless longing for what might have been   Another morning to face all alone   These are the things   Broken dreams are made of,   They go on and on.      Oh, the tears of the lonely    Keep falling all the time,    Tears of the lonely    Never dry.      Oh, the Tears of the lonely    Keep falling all the time,    Tears of the lonely    Never dry...