No more tears, my heart is dry
I don't laugh and I don't cry I don't think about you either time
But when I do, I wonder why
You had to go out of my dorm
Leave just like you did before I know I said that I was shy
But rich men can't imagine power
Oh baby better think of all The stories we could have told
Oh baby better think of all The stories we could have told
Oh, David, we'll be old, oh, baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories
that
we could have told
Little me and little you kept doing all the things they do
They never really think it through
Like I can never think it true
Here I go again,
to blame the guilt,
the pain,
the hurt,
the shame
The founding fathers of our plain
That
stuck in heavy clouds
of rain
And think of all the stories that we could have told
And think of all the stories that we could have told
We'll be old and think of all the stories that we could have told
One day baby we'll be young,
oh baby we'll be young
And think about the stories that we're gonna talk
I want you to try to do something with me tonight.
Every night when I sing this song,
there's a place I need to go to in order to sing it,
you know?
It needs to be honest.
So I go to a place.
See I know some of you are translating the
song through your own prisms and that's good,
that's fine.
This is just as much your song as it is my song.
So you're allowed to do,
you're allowed to think of it as a hopeful song.
You're allowed to think of it as carpe diem,
cease the day.
But for me,
it's a
song about loss.
You know,
I remember the day that I wrote it,
you know.
I remember
the girl I wrote it about,
but and I remember the conversation we had and I
remember sitting down,
I had this apartment with a wooden floor and we
were sitting down on that floor and we
were talking and I remember something
she said and I remember something I said
and I remember something she said and I
remember something I said back
and I remember it because I remember the look
in her eyes as they broke into more
pieces than they were made of and I
remember seeing that look and I remember thinking,
how do you take words
back?
There's no amount of sorry's that can take these words back.
But there they
were.
And
I remember her not saying another word,
just getting up and turning around.
I
remember looking at her back as she went farther and farther away
to the door and
she kind of slowed down and I
guess she was waiting for me to say something but
I didn't and then she just opened the door,
she walked through the door
and she closed the door and I just fell down immediately.
You know, my ear was against the wooden floor.
I could hear the reverberations of her footsteps
as she was fading away from my life forever,
you know.
And that moment I knew that I will never have her again,
whatever it is that we had is over.
And it's not like I sing this song about her anymore,
that's in the past,
it's a million light years away
but
you know, it's still,
you need to find some place to go to when you sing this song,
you need to find some loss inside you,
these caverns of your own topography, you know,
and you try to give them a voice.
And so what I want you to do just for tonight
is I want you
to try to go through this specific translation
with me tonight.
I want you to close your eyes, really just
close your eyes
and try to envision in your mind's eye and your heart,
somebody that you lost in your life
and you know you'll never see again and try to really,
try to really picture them,
you know,
what are they wearing,
did they change at all, did they
change their hair and how are they looking at you,
is it with,
is it with blame, is it with guilt,
is it with forgiveness,
is it with anger,
is it with love,
is it with compassion,
is it with empathy,
with understanding,
what is it that they show you,
you know,
and I'll try to really see them.
We're going to try to sing this song again,
you know,
from this place and the secret is,
the secret is not
to succumb to depression because of loss,
this loss creates these caverns of your
landscape and it's just a beautiful place
to walk in and we must give them a voice,
otherwise they weigh us down.
So loss becomes just another beautiful way in our passage
here, you know, just another place to visit,
give it a voice and dignity and beauty.
One day baby we'll be up,
oh baby we'll be up and think about the stories that we could've
told.
One day baby we'll be up,
oh baby we'll be up and think about
the stories that we could've told.
One day,
it's all we gotta one day,
it's all we gotta one day,
it's all we ever really got.
I got no regrets,
Lord I got no regrets,
honey I got no regrets,
except for one.
I got no regrets,
baby I got no regrets,
Lord I got no regrets,
except for you.
One day baby we'll be up,
oh baby we'll be up and think about the stories that we could've