INST ((violins/birds flying))
I wrote you songs.
I heard your voice.
I thought of you.
I did everything I knew that I needed to.
And now you've gone away --
They tell me there's gonna be another day,
But I still need to say that I love you.
But with you so far away,
I don't know where to go,
And the words, they don't ever seem to flow
Like they used to.
INST MIDDLE
I write you songs.
I hear your voice.
I think of you.
I do everything I know that you'd want me to.
But still you're miles away.
My heart has turned into a heart of clay,
And I never got to say that I love you.
I stand alone out in the rain.
I want to go home.
And my mind, it won't ever seem to roam
Like it used to.
INST
SINGLE BASS NOTE