Days begin sitting, waiting by the door
Maybe you have dropped a line
Same old tune, magazine and nothing more
I don't know why I take the time
Victoria Lenore

By the hour, you are always on my mind
I cry my memory to sleep
And fade away with any reason I can find
Thoughts of dreams I'll never keep

Spending years lost in life and where it goes
Writing poems that never rhyme
Looking back, realizing that it shows
I don't know why I take the time
Victoria, Victoria Lenore, Lenore