[Intro] [sorrowful clawhammer banjo and fiddle mourn together over the loss of love] [Verse] I've got a mind... don't work right... Due to a heart... full of scars... Some of them mine... Some of them ours... All of 'em... Took a little more... Of who I was... Who we were... Like the mist... on the trail... after mornin'... Our ties... Disburse... [Claw hammer banjo bites with a lonely fiddle lamenting] [Pre-Chorus] I still feel you in the hollers of my heart... Look to find you... At Mornin's start... [Chorus] But you've gone away! Like the light from the day! When that sun... Can't no longer stay! Like a rot in the hay! Turnin' gray... As my hair... Does the same... These wrinkles of time, Deep lines of age... Spell out a lot! Of a life lived the hard way... But they never... Spell out your name... [sorrowful wailing fiddle backed by mournful harmonica and tentative clawhammer banjo picking] [Verse] I've got time... Feels like too much... Sometimes... Too much time to think... Let the mind wander... Down old trails... That no longer exist... See, I've thought about you... A million times... What we could have been like... If either of us tried... Thought about askin'... You out again... Trying an' make amends... A week later... Found out you was dead... [Lone grieving clawhammer banjo] [Bridge] Would you have said yes? I don't rightly know... Don't know if it'd changed anythin'... I don't... Know much of nothin'... [Lamenting wail] But I Do Know!!! [Pre-Chorus] I still feel you in the hollers of my heart! Look to find you! At Mornin's start!! [Chorus] But you've gone away! Like the light from the day! When that sun... Can't no longer stay! Like a rot in the hay! Turnin' gray... As my hair... Does the same... These wrinkles of time, Deep lines of age... Spell out a lot! Of a life lived the hard way... But they never... Spell out your name... [sorrowful wailing fiddle backed by mournful harmonica and tentative clawhammer banjo picking] [Outro] [All the instruments, clawhammer banjo, fiddle, harmonica, acoustic guitar, all wail and mourn together]
