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There's a wordless moon that's watching tonightThere's a garden that's left to grow wildThere's a sound with no name when a far away trainCries like an unloved childThe paint on the walls is peeling awayThere's a photograph that fades on the shelfBut the memory stays on of a love that is goneAnd I'm dancing by myselfWhy why I wanna knowShe went and left me nowhere to goWhy why tell me my friendIt's midnight and lonesome againThe moon's still alone and I wonder sometimesIf that's why the train has to crySo I ask right out loudBut there's no answer nowCause I'm just talking to the skyNow the morning is time to get readyIn the evening you take off your shoesWell you work all the day till the sun's gone awayBut midnight lays claim to the blues From Letras Mania