Since you've been gone,
all that's left is a fender pole.
All that's left are the dreams I hold and a fender pole.
And the memory of what love could be.
You were still here with me.
You took me from the shelter of a mother I have never known.
No love in other weekends.
I've been taking vows for that night on our honeymoon.
We stayed in separate rooms.
Now I await the darkness of my lonely room.
Filled with sadness,
filled with woe.
Hoping soon that you walk right through that door
and love me like you tried before.
Now that you're gone,
all
that's left is a fender pole.
All that's left are the dreams I hold and a fender pole.
And the memory of what love could be.
You were still here with me.
Now that you're gone,
all that's left is a fender pole.
All that's left are the dreams I hold and a fender pole.