of the children at their play
In their universe, the gods,
And I can't help but remember
what you sometimes used to say
That we seemed to have a need
And the missing you gets harder every day
An d the memories come crowding
Till the only thing that I know how to do
Now the telephone is silent
and the mailman passes by
and I can't really blame them
If they saw how much I miss you,
how it hurts too much to cry
Well, they're old friends
and it couldn't help but shame them
And the memories come crowding
Till the only thing that I know how to do
Oh, I somehow failed to notice
How the world went on around me
and it never caught my eye
Now I don't know where I was,
I don't know what I was trying to do
But all the time by inches I was losing you
And the memories come crowding
Until the only thing that I know how to do
Oh, the only thing that I know how to do
