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