1st Verse:
I wake up in the morning, looking at the empty...

I lay in my bed, as I have for forty days,
Listening, listening...but always in a daze...

Miles and miles have driven us apart,
And I have had half a dozen new starts...

Erin of the Sycamore,
Holding in more pain than anyone has ever bore...

Wishing for something,
But I don't know what it is...

Walking in the pasture, low and dark,
I hear the sound of meadowlark...

The new year, embrace it, its here!
Let the old one fall away, as well as the fear...

My beating heart, that's all I hear,
Almost seven years now, and you're still here...

You grow up on nothing,
And that's what you feel...

When he was young, the songs of emotion moved him...
The other boys teased, but he listened time and...

You are not always out of her life by choice,
Definitely not allowed to have a voice...

Sad faces are the norm,
Unhappy hearts that feel harmed...