The lights flicker through the night
It’s an attempt to brighten my dark overtone
But they never reach the same shade of bright
It just leaves me feeling even more alone

The floors still creek in certain spots
They talk to me as I walk
Maybe I’m the one beginning to rot
There's no point in trying to talk

Your handprint is engrained into the window
My does it feel as if times moving slow
I look out to the drive at that old Ford Pinto
I watch as leaves are scattered away as the wind blows

Even on the sunniest days, the sun could never
Replace and replenish the warmth I lost
For that feeling is supposed to last forever
But it was taken from me within the Winter’s frost

I find myself alone on a park bench
Tears falling in rhythm with the snow
Two feet in front, lays a freshly dug trench
And the last of love as far as I know