It was something you said long ago, that caused me to change my mind
Something you wanted me to know, and you tried your best to be kind
I was a young man, couldn’t say very much
To a woman of the world with a velvet touch
It never mattered anyway, when we ran out of things to say

We fell I love as we said goodbye, and the days that passed seemed so long
Sent letters with lengthy replies, then suddenly something went wrong
We met on the corner, as we did most every night
Frozen in the shadow, of a back street light
You climbed the stairs, through a glass doorway
When we ran out of things to say

Not the first time I walked home alone, with the lights out all over town
But the last time we said goodbye, I realized, that you wouldn’t be back around
It was all in the sound of your trembling voice
Reminding me, that I could never be, your first choice
I learned as I lived day to day, when we ran out of things to say
when we ran out of things to say

©  Paul Keating Maloney * Towering Pines Music