I heard of your death
Tragic yes...

I think of you every time I look at the ring on my...
the band of silver in my reminder...

Woken up by what I can not say
fingers of rain tap softly at my window pane...

Checking the time of the grandfather clock
Before he walks out the door...

So I pack a few things and he takes me away from...
then I realize I did not know and ask him his name...

If you could read my mind,
I couldn't look at you anymore...