Coda

1999

What more can be done
When all is broken
What’s left unspoken can be heard
Nothing left to do
When the coda comes too soon
Nothing left to do

But pick up the pieces
Store the memories all away
Find empty spaces
To write another love song

Pack up a lifetime
Give a last goodbye
Save the teardrops for the road
Nothing left to do
When the coda comes too soon
Nothing left to do

But pick up the pieces
Store the memories all away
Find empty spaces
To write another love song

Halfway through the song I keep running out of rhymes
I’ll just start it over one more time

What more can be done
When the flame expires
In dying embers on the sand
Nothing left to do
When the coda comes too soon
Nothing left to do

But pick up the pieces
Store the memories all away
Find empty spaces
To write another love song

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