Текст песни: Bob Prong. Other. Past Tense.

A simple stream of words ran for a moment
never to return, or be heard again.
Though voices come and go, How was I to know
without a sound you'd be gone
a faded picture smiles upon me from my wall
Sometimes it's hard to move along

But I'm never done lookin' on.
And I've just begun lookin' on.

A simple stream of tears ran on the day
that you left them here.
Slowly running dry, life's pleasures come and leave
too soon to be foreseen.
A parting kiss and i'll be gone.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe never I'll be home.
Sometimes it's hard to move along,

But I'm never done lookin' on.
And i've just begun lookin; on.

A simple stream of words ran for a moment
never to return, to be heard again.
All voices come and go, part of a sound that's whole
We'll meet again. Until then I'll speak of you in the
past tense. A whisper I won't forget

Lookin' on... with no regrets
Lookin' on.. goodbye past tense

(Thanks to Bob for these lyrics)