The path of little sorrow

It was dusk to early morning
When I first felt the alarm
As we searched for words unspoken
When you touched me on the arm

We have passed our last horizon
I have no more tears to shed
Draw the shades down on the window
Put this old man straight to bed

That there’s nothing left between us
And the laughs are all but dead
Time to change the faded picture
That was hanging by our bed

When I wake up in the morning
Things will never be the same
As I look forward to the moment
When you give me back my name