(Jerry Crutchfield - Buck Maxwell)

The day you walked away you left the hurt behind
A hurt that kept on growing all the time
A hurt that lit the match that burned my world down
Till everything was gone, gone, gone.

And now I'm left among the ashes of my dreams
Searching for a reason to go on
But all that's left is hurt and hurt is not enough
When everything is gone, gone, gone.

--- Instrumental ---

Now in my quiet garden I found peace at last
I've left the hurt behind me in the past
I walk among the flowers that bloom here in the sun
And all the hurt is gone, gone, gone.

But then at night they come and take me to my room
And like a little child I go along
And if my room has force it's not that I've done wrong
Yes, just my mind is gone, gone, gone...