kisses all run dry

Lately I’ve been thinking
In the quiet dark of night
What will come tomorrow
When the years begin to bite
And silently and steadily
no matter how I try
I find the tears are running free
When I think of what might be
When the kisses all run dry

When without permission
We begin to forget
The years of fun and laughter
And the moments of regret.

When we forget to say ‘I love you’
As we turn out the light
And the days we’ve spent together
Meet the shadows of the night.

And then again in morning
We begin with an embrace
And find that our tomorrows
Still have dreams to chase.
But silently and steadily
no matter how I try
I find the tears are running free
When I think of what might be
And it’s tears of joy I cry