I still have your picture; You never grew old
But how come I'm grey and you're shiny and cold
I don't see a wrinkle or any signs of age
'caused by the bars of your soft gilded cage

I knew you had wings; I didn't know you could fly
So far from my arms and so high in the sky
My loneliness binds me down hard to this Earth
I don't know who I am; Don't know what I'm worth

The edges are dog-eared and the coating is cracked
But it's still your picture and its holding me back
I remember the heartaches; I remember the pain
But Darling what we had we won't find again

And it's rivers of tear drops lost in acres of songs
and I'm drinking to discover what I did was so wrong
I've got mem'ries unopened and stories untold
But how come I'm grey and you're shiny and cold

We loved with a warmth could light up the sky
But the fire went out and the love it just died
I still have your picture; You never grew old
But how come I'm grey and you're shiny and cold

J. H. Webb