THE WALK DOWN THE ROAD
HAS ALWAYS FELT VERY ODD
THE PAVEMENT CRACKED SHOWING ITS OLD
OUR LOVE WAS VALUED LIKE GOLD

YET ALL I HAVE ARE YOUR MEMORIES
OF ALL THOSE NIGHT LOVE STORIES
KARMA DOESN’T ACCEPT APOLOGIES
THEY SAY WE WERE TOO YOUNG TO HAVE SUCH STRATEGIES

YOU LEFT I STAYED
CLOSER TO GOD I WAS BECAUSE I NOW PRAYED
FOR THE RETURN OF THE ONE THAT LEFT
BUT DEEP DOWN IT KEPT GOING LIKE A SHAFT
AM BORN AGAIN INTO A NEW CRAFT
IN THAT RIVER OF LOVE ON A RAFT

ITS NOW A PLACE OF NO RETURN
I NO LONGER LOVE YOU LIKE AN AGED CURTAIN
IN THE ROOM OF A RICH LAD
THIS STAYS IN MY HEAD
THAT A DAY I WILL WED
AND FORGET ABOUT ALL THAT YOU SAID
BUT REMEMBER PEOPLE LEAVE BUT THEIR MEMORIES STAY