We lost you years ago, and it's never been the same. And your voice still echoes in our hearts; I still see your soul through your eyes (and that's how I know it's going to be all right). The story's told about a love gone wrong and conspiracy – some woman kneels beside your stone in heartbroken secrecy. But there's no telling her now, because I don't know how to make her feel all right. It makes her feel all right. It's nice to know that you're there waiting in the stars. I know it won't be long. I know you're not so far away. I know it will be all right. It just isn't now (It just isn't now). Can't you tell me it's going to be all right?
Bert Jerred
