Hold back the rising minutes, make the wind lie still.
The milkman whistles softly as he comes up to my door.
The mailman brings a letter, 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.
Hold back the rushing minutes, make the wind lie still.
Don't let the moonlight shine across the lonely hill.
Dry all the raindrops, hold back the sun.
My world has ended. My baby's gone.
I wake up sometimes in the night and realize you're gone.
I toss and turn in my bed and wait for day to come.
I try to tell my lonely heart that we can make it all alone.
But it cries, the world has ended. My baby's gone.
My world has ended. My baby's gone.

My baby's gone.