(Alex Lifeson)
He opens the book-looks at the scenes from yesterday
How they laughed and loved and lived before the grew old and gray Now
he sits alone in his room, and the clock ticks away
Together they enjoyed all life's beauty and all it's fears
The lonelycry of his soul falls only on his ears
Each page's photo marked with the stain of his tears
He didn't know what to do
He didn't know what might come
Nothing was all that was left to him
Nothing was left when she was gone
The heart has a memory so strong
It remembers every right and every wrong
On those pages of his long, lonely life
He can only see his wife
He said
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