Hold On You

I saw you waiting at the gate
But I arrived a moment late
I saw you shed a single tear
Still I couldn't get there from here

The Weary Kind

Your body aches,
playing your guitar, sweating out the hate.
The days and the nights all feel the same,
and this ain't no place for the weary kind,
and this ain't no place to loose your mind.

Gone

Hold back the rushing minutes
Make the wind lie still
Don't let the moonlight shine
Across the lonely hill
Dry all the raindrops
And hold back the sun
My world has ended
My baby's gone.

The Milkman whistles softly
As he comes up to my door
The Mailman brings the letters by
Just like he did before
They seem so busy all day long
As though there's nothing wrong,
Don't they know the world has ended
My Baby's Gone.