He turned around to wave goodbye
But her window was empty like a pictureless frame
She wouldn't bother if he died
And he cried
She's so young and cold
He's all white and old
She should have told him long ago
They were never meant to be
All he can do is walk on home
With all these questions in his mind
Is this really all there is to this, these days?
Is it really true what she said, that love just went away today?
Anybody help me find a way to make love not end this way
Feeling weightless on the surface of the moon
Asleep in his bed
Spirit ascending by balloon
Disappearing soon
Drifting away from this world of decay
And noone's gonna miss him anyway
All he can do is hope for peace
At the end of his final journey