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I thought I’d write you a letter,
‘bout all of the things that have changed
Since the days when we were king and queen,
Of all of we surveyed.

Went in all the coolest places, wore the future in our skin,
And we stood outside on winter nights
And smoked ourselves thin.
And we were clever and cynical and fashionably bored,
We were walking and talking, time out in New York.
But, honey, all that’s gone,
Baby, all that’s gone.

And I used to have opinions and you wouldn’t like my clothes
But what seemed like a position turned out to be a pose.
And we said that we both gonna be big, rock and roll stars
My soul never found a buyer, unlike all my guitars.
And I’ve lost touch with many things, rolled myself out of the scene
The time has worn a whole in me, the place I keep my dream.
But, honey, all that’s gone,
Baby, all that’s gone,
Honey, all that’s gone,
Baby, all that’s gone.

And I don’t have a story now, at least not one you’d care to write.
These memories I keep for me, in pieces of a life.
And I apologize for not dying young or opening up a vein,
And for keeping close the one I love, but never naming names.
To my friends, I still sound hopeful, that’s just whistling in the dark.
‘cause I’m down here in the dirt with the fossil of my heart.
But, honey, all that’s gone,
Baby, all that’s gone,
Honey, all that’s gone,
Baby, all that’s gone.

So hope this letter finds you just as well as when we met,
Ambitions may have faded, babe, your beauty never did.
In the night when I have drunken off and I’m full of hope and wine,
I recall a melody, your voice and mine.
And we can still be king and queen, if only for tonight,
‘cause somewhere in our history, our future’s shining bright.
But, honey, all that’s gone,
Baby, all that’s gone,
Honey, all that’s gone,
Baby, all that’s gone.