On a desert dry and lonely
where the rogue winds shift and change
there's broken hearts that listen
for love to call again
but there' only echoes calling
from a mountain filled with pain
and far away there's an old love to blame.

There's teachers and there's students
and there's lessons learned for gain
but gypsies with no mercy
leave fallen hearts in chains
and the chapters of defeat
are written on memory lane
and far away there's an old love to blame.

Secret memoirs of pages filled with passion
tear stained letters in a box made for shoes
dreams inked on promise everlasting
a river of words in isolation blue.

There's a distant fire an old desire
a deep eternal flame
but the weeping winds keep blowing
and the dead eyes hide the pain
it's a sorry mind to gather
and a hard thing to explain
and far away there's an old love to blame.

Secret memoirs of pages filled with passion
tear stained letters in a box made for shoes
dreams inked on promise everlasting
a river of words in isolation blue.