He's Still There

Bit by bit, day by day,
I feel the brush from him walking away;
Fifteen miles and I can't leave,
It's been six years and he's not gone;

He'll always walk away;
He'll always have the money;
No matter how I try;
I'll see him there;
The wind blows in his hair...(ooh)
And I feel alone;

All of his words are gone,
They died on the telephone;
I see something in myself, but one thought and they're gone;
No matter how I try there's always memories;

He'll always walk away;
He'll always have the money;
No matter how I try;
I'll  see him there;
The wind blows in his hair...
And I feel alone;