He doesn't talk about it
No he doesn't say a thing
But that doesn't mean the memory of her
Doesn't stab and sting
His heart now high and dry
Flying ragged in the wind
Looking for any sign at all
To bring back what could have been
Her body, naked, lovely
Unwed, but bed and pure
They kissed each other a thousand times
But he never gave himself to her
Or if he did, only in part
Now that part has grown so thin
He walks the streets alone at night
Hoping to find what could have been
Just another sad country boy
Bound to move city to city
Though he never drops his proud heart
To hear them say, 'damn what a pity'
For there's a state lonelier than solitude
A fate worse than hell's hard sin
Not to see her one last time
To find out what could have been
What could have been
It's gone and dead
What could have been
It's all in his head
And nobody gains a damn thing
Since he's never standing
In the place where lover forgives lover
And forgets what could have been