She takes a walk, she's wearing ldy shoes, she hides a tear from the city She seems to know all shades of sorrow A verse of hope, a verse of hunt on a cold winter morning Where she goes, no one knows, no no no And I wanna say 'can I come with? She's gathering all the lost loves And I wanna say 'I could help with Gathering all the lost loves'
You can't stare the void down, or race a dark cloud, you can't clock out of depression But take this kindness, we could lay this pain to rest down in the ground Then we'd have a brass band, and wailers would come Tribute would be paid by the weeping willows And then we'd take leave from our hosts with one last toast to a new day And I wanna say 'can I come with? She's gathering all the lost loves And I wanna say 'I could help with Gathering all the lost loves'