Lyrics

The future seems so distant, when I stare into the past,
Where the whole of my existence was a love that didn't last.
Like a silhouette in motion, moving slowly on its way,
Or a blind man on a crowded street on a New York summer's day.

When the heart begins to crumble, and the soul begins to die,
When you reach into that empty place, and see a face,
And wonder why there's no one home tonight.

I'll take my time and drink my wine, and somehow think it through,
I'll lay my head back in this chair, and spend some time with you.
It's the poetry unspoken, falling words inside my head,
It's the solitude of sleepless nights that I must lay to rest.

When the heart begins to crumble, and the soul begins to die,
When you reach into that empty place, and see a face,
And wonder why there's no one home tonight.