Where's the word for the sadness      Where's the poetry in the pain      Where's the color in the stain where the tears have fallen      It's gone, it's just gone            Where's the method to this madness      As we create this suffering      And we do each other in and we still hold on      But it's gone, it's just gone            (*) he says it's gone      And he can't go on a living a memory      Mulling it over endlessly      Why is that so hard for me to see      He says it's gone      And he can't go on trying to live a lie      And when he cries, I know it's over      But I may never know why            There's no face in the locket      There's no place for the past      I'll put it back in my pocket      It was never meant to last      It's just gone            Repeat (*)            There's no word for the sadness      There's no poetry in the pain      There's no color in the stain where the tears have fallen      It's gone, it's just gone            It's gone, it's just gone      Well, it's gone