He seemed tired, out of strength Seemed so far from who he had been All my fears out of hand All the flowers that I couldn't bring How can I make it on my own? Without the one that could carry me home? As dawn began to break And our hearts just lost the race A storm drift in from and outside When his eyes set for a goodbye Birds got quiet, hid in trees Even though men got haunted by tears World got hammered, turned to stone With Autumn wind blows Came thundering down How can I make it on my own? Without the one that could carry me home?