(Randy Handley) Where's the word for the sadness Where's the poetry in the pain Where's the color in the stain where the tears fallen It's gone, it's just gone. Where's the method to this madness As we create the suffering And we do each other in and we still hold on But it's gone, it's just gone (Bridge) He says it's gone And he can't go on living a memory Mulling it over endlessly Whey is that so hear for me to see He says it's gone And he can't go on trying to live a lie And when he cries, I know it's over But I may never know why. There's no face in the locket There's no play for the past I'll put it back in my pocket It was never meant to last It's just gone. (repeat bridge) There's no word for the sadness There's no poetry in the pain There's no color in the stain where the tears have fallen It's gone, it's just gone It's gone, it's just gone Well, it's gone.
