Gone, Gone, Gone

(Jerry Crutchfield - Buck Maxwell)



The day you walked away you left the hurt behind

A hurt that kept on growing all the time

A hurt that lit the match that burned my world down

Till everything was gone, gone, gone.



And now I'm left among the ashes of my dreams

Searching for a reason to go on

But all that's left is hurt and hurt is not enough

When everything is gone, gone, gone.



--- Instrumental ---



Now in my quiet garden I found peace at last

I've left the hurt behind me in the past

I walk among the flowers that bloom here in the sun

And all the hurt is gone, gone, gone.



But then at night they come and take me to my room

And like a little child I go along

And if my room has force it's not that I've done wrong

Yes, just my mind is gone, gone, gone...