Country Lament #48303

Whyyyy
couldn't it be you 
that left me?
Whyyyy
did I
have to be the one
to leave you?
Hoped
we grow apart
without much 
trouble
or maybe 
fall
in love
with someone new.
When we first met
all time stretched out
before us.

When we first met
we couldn’t wait
to do the do.

When we first met
we couldn’t sleep
without affections.

When we first met
we never thought
that we’d be through.
Oh, whyyyy
couldn't it be you 
that left me?
Whyyyy
did I
have to be the one
to leave you?
Hoped
we grow apart
without much 
trouble
or maybe 
fall
in love
with someone new.
The years went on
and we lost 
what was behind us.

The years went on
and we dealt
with the day by day.

The years went on
and we wondered
what did done happened.

The years went on
and it was clear
we had to go our ways.
But whyyyy
couldn't it be you 
that left me?
Whyyyy 
did I
have to be the one
to leave you?
Hoped
we grow apart
without much 
trouble
or maybe 
fall
in love
with someone new.
Did I never tell you 
you were everything 
I ever wanted?

Did I never tell you
how I loved
the way you moved?

Did I never tell you
how it meant 
to have you near me?

Did I never tell you
all the little things
I never told you?
My darling, 
whyyyy
couldn't it be you 
that left me?
Whyyyy 
did I
have to be the one
to leave you?
Hoped
we grow apart
without much 
trouble
or maybe 
fall
in love
with someone new.
Country Lament #48303

Country Lament #223,804

You were the hungry one.

You were the ornery one;

the haunted one that survived…

the only one I ever loved.

You were the hopeful one. 

You were the faithful one;

the sacred one I waited for…

the only, only one.

Now I know without you

how the slow days go so lonely.

Now I know without you

 how lonely days go slow.

Now I know how isolation

spreads everywhere like cancer.

Now I know how it feels to be

some fruit left on the vine…

long past picking time.

You were the precious one 

I can’t let go of.

You were the cautious one 

I couldn’t fool.

You left me lifetimes

to remember, darling.

Now I’m living lifetimes

of over-ripe regret.

Country Lament #223,804