the toys in the attic are old and worn
they don't sing and dance these days
the ghosts in the cradle are cold and torn
and don't remember anyway
you know i'd die for you, i'd even live
i'd give you everything i have to give
but it's so late, he said, no time to lose
i can't do everything, it's time to choose
she left before sunrise, i woke to find
a half-mug of coffee, black and cold
the sheets are all crumpled, the pillows warm
and i'm half dead beneath the fold
i'll tell you this, she said over the phone
when i was next to you, i felt alone
i think we need some time...you know it's true
if i return some day, i'll come for you
the last time he held her was long ago
she belongs to someplace else
but then when she wouldn't just let him go
he was set beside himself
i miss your voice, she said, and i miss your hands
you bring the water to these desert lands
and when she wrote him, she said push came to shove
just goes to show, i guess...there's time for love