The Tip of my Tongue

I wrote a novel that nobody wanted

You wrote a love song that never got sung

You took a no return journey to nowhere

I had your name on the tip of my tongue

I heard you crying but kept right on walking

Left you alone though I knew it was wrong

Later, when holding you tight for the last time

I tasted your tears on the tip of my tongue

There was a churchyard containing some people

There was a minister giving a talk

He mentioned you often but you were still sleeping

I asked you to wake up and come for a walk

We’ll be together, forever, I told you

Nothing can break up a love that’s so strong

Forgetting my record of selfish stupidity

I let the lie slip off the tip of my tongue

And, oh, how I miss you, and wish I could go back

through time to the place where I know I belong

to undo the pain and the tears and the heartache

And taste your sweet lips on the tip of my tongue