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

Say out last goodbye

Save my 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