The Meeting Place

The colder the night gets,
\r\nThe further she strays.
\r\nAnd he doesn't like it,
\r\nBeing this way.
\r\nAnd she tried so hard to steer away from the meeting place,
\r\nBut her heart had led her there.
\r\nShe clings to his consciousness,
\r\nWherever he lays.
\r\nHe struggles to sleep at night and during the day.
\r\nHe's worried she's waiting in his dreams to drag him back to the meeting place.
\r\nHis love had left him there.
\r\nWhere her voice still echoes,
\r\nI'm sorry I met you darling,
\r\nI'm sorry I met you.
\r\nAs she turned into the night, all he has was the words,
\r\nI'm sorry I met you darling,
\r\nI'm sorry I left you.
\r\nFor weeks they had strolled around,
\r\nPlaying the fools.
\r\nThey knew the time would come and time would be cruel
\r\nBecause it is cruel to everyone
\r\nHe's crying out from the meeting place
\r\nHe's stranded himself there