She don’t eat, she doesn’t sleep
She just wonders
Will this pain let her faith return?
So many nights she lay alone at his side
Inches away but falling apart
Sleep don’t come easy with a broken heart

Who does she turn to, where does she go?
In summer it sure feels like snow
Where does she go?
Where does she go?
Where does she go?

She sits down by the river and cries
The sparkle you see is a tear in her eye
And a river of pain
A small river of pain makes the water flow

Key of C

Copyright 2001
Dean Backholm