Since You'Ve Been Gone

The night you left on a one-way train, From the world colors began to drain. Now only clouds of melancholy reign, And monochrome memories do cling To my days like a merciless taint. When golden-voiced nightingales deign To sing me an aria on a leafy lane, All I can discern is a mournful refrain, Sweet ballads are now to my ear profane. My heart ever stranded in pouring rain, My soul bedraggled like a solitary crane, Trying to fly higher on a broken wing.