Forlorn

Darling, you've grown tired of meWhen I catch your eyeIt's all that I can seeAnd now I hear every word you sayBut I can't see where you areOne day, when we've both settled downWe may meet again, in some long forgotten townGone, the years of wandering aroundAnd finally ascend that future seatWe'll make ends meetAs long as there's ( an endAn answer ) can be hard to figure outYet soon we shall seeThe fine print's meant to blur your eyesThere are things they don't want you to readBut one thing will always remain clearI'm not here, and you were meant for meWe'll make it out in timeAnd find that when we doIt will always have been hereSomeday we'll take that future seatWe'll make ends meetAs long as there's ( an endAn answer ) can be hard to figure outYet soon we shall readThe bright light's meant to burn your eyesThere are things they don't want you to sayBut one thing will always remain clearI'm not here, and you weren't meant for meWe'll make it out in timeAnd find that when we doWe'll always have been hereYou weren't meant for me