strings of steel lay cold and silent
waiting for the touch of a lover
who will never return
blue eyes, big hands, sometimes a smile
and -- oh! -- what a smile
and always his silent strength
there's a feeling like nothing else
empty and pulsing all at once
a feeling that warns: too soon
he'll be gone, a hole in the sky
will open up and let him go
just like it always does
when we're not looking,
that's when they slip away...
the ones you wish most would stay
the ones who fill the world
with sweet, sweet music
and silent strength
the ones you wish
would never, ever leave
they're usually the first to go.
