Written by: Terry Noack

Emotions run away with our minds
   To take the form of stories

No need to see, no need to be
   The stories tell it all

We find ourselves so far behind
   The stories that we tell

Nothing left but stories

The teller tells it all
   No one to hear, he rambles on

To ease his mind, the story goes
   Of love gone by, and other woes

And those who listen, understand
   But never hear the story told

Nothing left but stories