By David Allan Coe



SHE'S TAKEN TO WALKING ALONE IN THE EVENING



SHE'S TAKEN TO SLEEPING ALL NIGHT IN HIS CHAIR



TOGETHER THEY BOTH HAD A REASON FOR LIVING



BACK WHEN THE FELLING OF LOVING WAS THERE



THEN SHE TOOK TO DREAMING WHEN HE WASN'T LOOKING



AND HE TOOK TO LOOKING FOR MOMENTS ALONE



TOGETHER THEY DRIFTED APART FROM EACH OTHER



TOGETHER THEY BOTH KNEW THE FELLING WAS GONE







GONE LIKE THE SPARROW SOUTH FOR THE WINTER



GONE LIKE THE RIVER OUT TO THE SEA



GONE LIKE THE LEAVES FROM THE TREES WHEN ITS SNOWING



GONE LIKE THE LOVE THAT THEY ONCE GAVE SO FREE







TILL HE TOOK TO STARRING AT HIS LONESOME SHADOW



AND SHE TOOK TO HUMMING THE WORDS TO SOME SONG



THEY BOTH FELT IT SLIPPING THAT FEELING OF GIVING



LEAVING THE FEELING OF BEING ALONE



EACH OF THEM REACH OUT FOR THE OTHER



TOGETHER THEY GO THOUGH THE MOTIONS ALONE



TRYING TO PRETEND THAT NOTHING ELSE MATTERS



MAKING BELIEVE THAT THEIR LOVE ISN'T GONE