Gone are the Days

By Bruce Clifford

Sometimes I can feel the world falling beneath my feet

Trying to climb back up, but falling in the deep

Sometimes I try to catch myself before the fighting begins

I’m going to find my way back up to let this record spin

Gone are the days when everything would matter

Hearing you say this was all static and chatter

Gone are the days where time and space would matter

Now we are here in a world full lies and splatter

You broke my heart into a million little pieces

You broke my heart into a million little pieces

I’m not giving up but you broke me apart

You broke my heart and that’s a real fine way to start

Sometimes I can feel the world crumbling beneath me

Feeling the air rush inside my faded memories 

Often I try to gather the pieces before they are carried away

I’ve tried, oh yes I’ve tried, and maybe our love will find a brand new day

You broke my heart into a million little pieces

You broke my heart into a million little pieces

I’m not giving up but you broke me apart

You broke my heart and that’s a real fine way to start

Gone are the days when everything would matter

Hearing you say this was all static and chatter

Gone are the days where time and space would matter

Now we are here in a world full lies and splatter

Gone are the days

Gone are the days

Gone are the days

What else really matters

©1/2/14 Bruce Clifford

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