I’m waiting to form a line   To be honest in what I say   I stopped to moving on   I built a frame to fit around your head   A season of silence passed   Days of dust upon your photograph   If all I have are faded memories   How can I write your story?      I remember the melody of a song   But the words always escape my head   Reduced to the plot of a book I read   I recall your face, but forget the feeling   I lost everything of yours, but a ring   I have nothing to give back to you   All I have is what I made   All I have is a song, that I can sing      An old dream I had last night   A blue and red rocket outside my door   A knock and a brief exchange   He asked me will I stay another year   I tell him I need a home   A great big farmhouse where we both can roam   A beatific laugh, then he replies   "You should do what you want"      I remember the melody of the song   But the words always escape my head   Reduced to the plot of a book I read   I recall your face, but forget the feeling   I lost everything of yours, but a ring   I have nothing to give back to you   All I have is what I made   All I have is a song, that I can sing      Kathy says that time tried to change her   Oh, she maintains for those still waking up   Still coming home