In a book in a box in the closet. In a line in a song I once heard. In a moment on a front porch late one June. In a breath inside a whisper beneath the moon. There it was at the tips of my fingers. There it was on the tip of my tongue. There you were and I had never been that far. There it was the whole world wrapped inside my arms. And I let it all slip away. What do I do now that you're gone. No back up plan no second chance. And no one else to blame. All I can hear in the silence that remains. Are the words I couldn't say. There's a rain that will never stop fallin'. There's a wall that I tried to take down. What I should have said just wouldn't pass my lips. So I held back and now we've come to this. And it's too late now. What do I do now that you're gone. No back up plan no second chance. And no one else to blame. All I can hear in the silence that remains. Are the words I couldn't say. I should have found the way to tell you how I felt. Now the one I'm telling is myself. What do I do now that you're gone. No back up plan no second chance. And no one else to blame. All I can hear in the silence that remains. Are the words I couldn't say