A SONG I FORGOT TO WRITE. © 2017 J. Vaughan & V. Arnold V1 The carpet's got worn, like me, tattered and torn from pacing around on the floor. Life doesn't get better as I read her last letter again, it's as sad as before. Round and round in my head, words that I could have said before she walked out of the door. Now they trip off my tongue like a wild machine gun, But she's not there to hear anymore Ch. Spent too much time on hopes of achieving writing a song someone could believe in. And all of the time wrapped up with deceiving myself ... with the song I forgot to write gathering dust on the shelf. V2 Now the lessons are learned as old memories return of the wall that I built in between when all that she sought, now and then was the thought that I looked on her as my queen But the dice have been thrown, now I'm picking the bones of a love song that never has been. Too late with the truth and too long in the tooth. For the words she never will see. Br. Flowers are meant with the best of intent. I lay them beside her gravestone ... ... and the song I forgot to write, follows me home. Ch.
