We're losing soul,
We're losing touch,
We lose ourselves,
We lose too much.

We're losing ground,
We're losing earth,
We're losing joy
We're losing mirth

We're losing friends
and losing time,
We're losing lives,
but gaining dimes.

We're losing friend,
You know it's true
I'll tell you whats the cost
We're losing me and losing you
But friend we haven't lost.

The t.v. drones in the other room, but all that I can hear,
Is the music in your soft voice ringing in my ear.

The world goes by at the speed of light but all that I can see,
Is the way, that your green eyes seem to pierce the soul of me.

The snow's so high, the winds so cold, but all that I can feel,
Is your warm skin against my own, I can't believe it's real.

The flowers bloom out in the yard but all that I can smell,
Is your perfume upon the air, and how you wear it well.

Dinner's gone, the wines been poured but all that I can taste,
Are your sweet lips that linger near through some act of grace.

My hands are all I know,
They're all with which I feel.
Callused, scarred and water logged,
My hands will never heal.

The work I've done, the work I'll do,
Will take it's wicked toll.
My weathered hands age right along,
with my weathered soul.