Of the million places where I could now be,
I still choose this river I tend to fill with tears.
Of the million smiles that now flood the town,
You never noticed mine was not around.
I was creative when your name I called,
Yet you forgot how to pronounce mine.
And the singing voice living in my mind
Sang the cruelest truth in a deep, loud cry.
The night is young, but my soul is old.
And my seat was taken by a younger one.
The cold is here, but the sun is gone.
And it was my face you did not recall.
And I have the key.
It is in my coat.
But you are no longer here,
And you changed the lock.