Every song needs its title
As I stand on my mantle
I hear the stifling call
Of lovers I knew not at all

And when I turn my eyes
To a sky that allows only lies
I see that death is only part
Of a world buried in ties

I look out on an ocean of grey
With a lover with nothing to say
She sighs and looks to me
Saying "We never had the chance,
To live together as well as be free."

And as the oceans lapped
And the morning gulls laughed
I watched her turn her sacred back
Where in the distance
A fishing boat released his slack

Standing alone as if born in stone
The sand stood still all in a high noon
When I came too
The whistling wind asked, "How are you?"
And I could only say...
"I'll be getting there soon."

Last I heard
She was on her way West
She wrote me a letter
And I wrote Her back
Wishing her what I thought
Would be what I imagined
Would be best

When she wrote back
I tore it right up
There is nothing worse
Then dining
With an empty cup

And that's it folks
That's all I've got

The tires are flat
And the curtains are down
And when I said I had loved
I thought you'd think
That would be
Enough