They say you can't go home, god knows I've tried Seems that I'm all alone by your side When the perfect picture hung is just a dusty wall The words that have been sung I can't recall His voice still echoes off these walls where he was born And where he passed my haunted soul will always mourn And his will last the boy is gone I saw myself in him, I've lost my sight His sweet shadow dimmed our light Memories creep through me like flaming vines And now we're a memory in time