(Chorus)
Like the wind through the trees
Gone like the warmth of a summer breeze
Gone like a runaway left today now he's keeping out of sight

Like a cry from a baby's chest
Gone like your youth and your innocence
Gone like the feeling it'll be alright

Like the life from a rose in winter
Cast out like another sinner
Gone like your mind with age
Done like a story on the final page

Like a man in the dead of night
Left with the words from another fight
Nothing seems to make it feel alright

Gone

(Verse 1: Harry Mack)
Gone, like my youthful innocence
And my blissful ignorance
These are truthful sentiments
I miss you, I wish you were infinite
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