What is the use of words If they don't make her seen or heard? She watches dust to dust unstirred Though left behind She is too weak to grieve or blame us, We who leave. There is no hour of bliss When ignorance can lead to this. Don't let the hand of time be kind And smooth her gently from my mind. Let me be troubled. Let me be troubled. Where on the road did I lose my way Not knowing where it will wind? How can I find that road? I need to explain where I went amiss And tell her I will save her from all of this... From all of this. These are the words of a fool And heads not hearts must rule I hear you say that minds can be so slow to see what hearts just know. Let me be troubled. Let me be troubled. Where on the road did I lose my way Not knowing where it will wind? How can I find that road? I need to explain where I went amiss And tell her I will save her from all of this... From all of this. Where on the road did I lose my way Not knowing where it will wind? How can I find that road? I need to explain where I went amiss And tell her I will save her from all of this... From all of this.