Another Story There To Be Told

Gone, but not out of sight
I’m caught in the rain and there’s no one home
Face the heat of the night
The one that you love’s got a heart that’s made of stone
Shine and search for the light
And sooner or later you’ll be cruising on your ocean
And clean out of sight
I’m caught in the rain and there’s no one home

And I don't want to be alone.

-The Bee-Gees (really)