Tears on a pillow, eyes on the phone, you pour
all the love that you keep inside into a song,
Like "he's Gone", and these are the thoughts
that you keep inside,
You smile from your window, and stand all alone
And pour all the love that you keep inside
into the phone, into the phone,
And like the leaves on the trees, like the
Carpenters Song, like the planes and the trains and
the lives that were young, he's gone
and it feels like the words to a song
With the style of a widow, and a place of
your own you pour all the love that
you keep inside into the phone, and sit alone [sic]
cos [sic] these are thoughts that you keep inside
And you smile from your window and stand
all alone and pour all the love that you
Keep inside into a song, into asong, [sic]
And like that leaves on the trees, like the
carpenters song, like the planes and the trains
and the lives that were young,
He's gone and it feels like that words to a song
And like that stains on the names of the
lives that were gone, he's gone and
it feels like the words to a song,
so gone, so gone ....
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I thought it was 'carpenter's son'?
In a mostly drunken state I submitted the lyrics to this directly from the CD notes.
I've listened to this song for a few years and it suddenly 'clicked' with me that this song is about Bernard. It couldn't be more obvious. Brett is a sincere person and it's clear that the loss of this great guitarist, songwriting partner, and friend, affected him deeply; and why would it not? It's just peculiar that it only occurs to me now that this song is about Bernard, and with this context in mind the song is profound and endearingly sincere.