leaving for work

there's hope in the bathroom,
there're dreams by the bed,
there's something forgotten
that we should have said...

but the stars are all sleeping
and the sun dances alone.
there are promises keeping
us both far from home...

now tell me the story
of how we don't meet..
the endless tale of forlorn
as we make our retreat..

from friendship from mountains,
from tall trees and the sea...
yes tell me the story
that's not you or me.

well there's love in the attic,
there're tears on the floor...
there's no hope around us
as we head for the door...