He's Gone - Live

There's one, there's one, one person who can't be here tonight
Who I miss very dearly
Ah, my good friend Jesse, he died three weeks ago
And this is for him

Tears on a pillow
Eyes on the phone
You pour all the love that you keep inside
Into a song
Like 'He's Gone'
And these are the thoughts that you keep inside

You smile from your window
And stand on your own
And pour all the words that you keep inside
Into the phone
Into the phone

And like the leaves on the trees
Like the Carpenters song
Like the planes, and the trains, and the lives that were young
He's gone
And it feels like the words to a song

With the style of a widow
And a place of your own
You pour all the words that you keep inside
Into the phone
And sit alone
And these are the thoughts that you keep inside

And smile from your window
And stand on your own
And pour all the love that you keep inside
Into the phone
Into the phone

And like the leaves on the trees
Like the Carpenters song
Like the planes, and the trains, and the lives that were young
He's gone
And it feels like the words to a song

And like the stains on the names of the lives of the young
He's gone
And it feels like the words to a song

And like the leaves on the trees
Like the Carpenters song
Like the planes, and the trains, and the lives that were young
He's gone
And it feels like the words to a song

And like the stains on the names of the lives of the young
He's gone
And it feels like the words to a song

So gone
So gone
La-na-na-na-na, la-na-na-na-na, la-na-na-na-na-na-na-na