No Time for Talk
CHRISTOPHER C. CROSS
Well I read it in town in the melancholy news
The front page story is our love is through
The hand of time is cold -- I can't stand to hear the truth
Somehow I won't believe it 'til I've heard it from you
But there's no time for talk
And there's no place for tears
There's no reason to wonder after all of these years
Sure we had some good times
And so who's to blame
It's so hard to tell when you both feel the pain
After the years have come and gone
The struggle to forget you will have just begun
We had our ups and downs but one thing's for sure
No one will ever love you more