(Wayland Holyfield)
Faded pictures, yellow from time
Well worn memories of days gone by
Needing someone and nobody's there
These are the things broken dreams are made of,
Lord they're everywhere.
Oh, the tears of the lonely
Keep falling all the time,
Oh, Tears of the lonely
They never dry.
Another nightime that just never ends
A helpless longing for what might have been
Another morning to face all alone
These are the things broken dreams are made of,
They go on and on.
Oh, the tears of the lonely
Keep falling all the time,
Oh, Tears of the lonely
They never dry.
Oh, the Tears of the lonely
Keep falling all the time,
Oh, the tears of the lonely
They never dry...
