Well I read it in town in the melancholy news. The front page story is our love is through. The hand of time is cold -- I can't stand to hear the truth. Somehow I won't believe it 'til I've heard it from you. But there's no time for talk. And there's no place for tears. There's no reason to wonder after all of these years. Sure we had some good times. And so who's to blame. It's so hard to tell when you both feel the pain. . After the years have come and gone. The struggle to forget you will have just begun. We had our ups and downs but one thing's for sure. No one will ever love you more.