The kind of love you never recover from

I know a couple; she sits in a rocking chair
Working puzzles; he watches TV upstairs.
She's got a secret she has never let out;
A man she thinks he never knew about.

She hasn't seen him in thirty years.
The mention of his name doesn't bring on tears.
If you ask her, "Are there any regrets?"
She'll tell you, "No," but she never forgets.

It was the kind of love you never recover from.
Even though she found another one
To take his place,
She never will escape the truth.

At times like this when the moon is bright,
When the air is foggy like it is tonight,
She'll think about what might have been
If she had just held on to him.

I know a man who has done it all;
He has sailed the oceans; climbed the mountains of Nepal.
He lives high upon the avenue
With a beautiful wife, lovely children, too.

But there's a woman he still dreams about;
Certain things he has learned to live without.
If you ask him, "Are there any regrets?"
He'll tell you, "No," but he never forgets.

It was the kind of love you never recover from.
Even though he found another one
To take her place,
He never will escape the truth.

At times like this when the moon is bright,
When the air is foggy like it is tonight,
He'll think about what might have been
If he had not let her slip away from him.