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