I thought I'd write you a letter,
'Bout all of the things that have changed
Since the days when we were king and queen,
Of all that we surveyed.
Went knew all the coolest places,
Wore the future in our skin,
And we stood outside on winter nights
And smoked ourselves thin.
And we were clever and cynical and fashionably bored,
We were walking, talking, Time Out New Yorks.
But, honey, all that's gone,
Baby, all that's gone.
And I used to have opinions
And I wore them like my clothes
But what seemed like a position
Turned out to be a pose.
And we said that we were both gonna be big rock and roll stars
My soul never found a buyer, unlike all my guitars.
And I've lost touch with many things,
Wrote myself out of the scene,
And time has worn a whole in me,
The place I keep my dreams.
But, honey, all that's gone,
Baby, all that's gone,
Honey, all that's gone,
Baby, all that's gone.
And I don't have a story now,
Least not one you'd care to write.
These memories I keep for me,
Bits and pieces of a life.
And I apologize for not dying young
Or opening up a vein,
And for keeping close the ones I love,
And never naming names.
To my friends, I still sound hopeful,
That's just whistling in the dark.
'Cause I'm down here in the dirt
With the fossil of my heart.
But, honey, all that's gone,
Baby, all that's gone,
Honey, all that's gone,
Baby, all that's gone.
So I hope this letter finds you
Just as well as when we met,
Ambitions may have faded, babe, your beauty never did.
At night when I have drunk enough
And I'm full of hope and wine,
I recall a melody, your voice and mine.
So we can still be king and queen,
If only for tonight,
'Cause somewhere in our history, the future's shining bright.
But, honey, all that's gone,
Baby, all that's gone,
Honey, all that's gone,
Baby, all that's gone.