Text: Lex Zaleta. The Hopin' Road. A Body Without A Heart.
Did he slip, or did he step
Into the dark world beyond?
All he knew was with her death
All hope in his world was gone.
Sixty years they stayed together,
Loving each other more and more.
Sixty years, for worse or better,
Left behind there on that shore.
When love leaves, we go too,
Or at least our better part.
What good is it to you -
A body without a heart?
One foot in the cold water -
Was he trying to cross that lake?
Step by step, wading in farther,
Was his life his to take?
Sixty years they stayed together,
Loving each other more and more.
Sixty years, for worse or better,
Left behind there on that shore.
When love leaves, we go too,
Or at least our better part.
What good is it to you -
A body without a heart?
Did he slip, or did he step
Out of this world of pain?
No one knows how long he kept
His heart out in the hard rain.
Sixty years they stayed together,
Loving each other more and more.
Sixty years, for worse or better,
Left behind there on that shore.
When love leaves, we go too,
Or at least our better part.
What remains is sad residue -
A body without a heart.
Into the dark world beyond?
All he knew was with her death
All hope in his world was gone.
Sixty years they stayed together,
Loving each other more and more.
Sixty years, for worse or better,
Left behind there on that shore.
When love leaves, we go too,
Or at least our better part.
What good is it to you -
A body without a heart?
One foot in the cold water -
Was he trying to cross that lake?
Step by step, wading in farther,
Was his life his to take?
Sixty years they stayed together,
Loving each other more and more.
Sixty years, for worse or better,
Left behind there on that shore.
When love leaves, we go too,
Or at least our better part.
What good is it to you -
A body without a heart?
Did he slip, or did he step
Out of this world of pain?
No one knows how long he kept
His heart out in the hard rain.
Sixty years they stayed together,
Loving each other more and more.
Sixty years, for worse or better,
Left behind there on that shore.
When love leaves, we go too,
Or at least our better part.
What remains is sad residue -
A body without a heart.
The Hopin' Road
Lex Zaleta