Run.

I have run out of dreams to have
Just like I did long ago
When I ran out of words to say
And could only go away.

I think maybe I should
Give you a call today
And try to write and tell you
But what I do not know.

Only that's it's just my fault
That the well inside ran dry
And the hell of it is I love you
But there's heaven in that too.

And if you were to ask me
How deep the sorrow ran
I'd have to lie and tell you
It didn't run at all.

It may be that you loved me
And could feel something still
But I ran out of that life and
Out of songs and dreams and hope.

Cuz your life's moved on
And we can't go home again
Or be the ones we used to know
Or hold the dreams we used to have.