Peggy

I saw your shoes empty by the door
 I've never thought of them like that before
 And I can hear the silence in between the sound
 But I still hear your voice when you are not around
 And I saw your mother's name, in a book of poetry
 And I saw your mother's hand, in her favourite recipe
 But she will never know me, no she will never know
 Oh Peggy, the things we leave behind
 Well this is the place where nothing stays the same
 And these are the feelings that never go away
 And I can see the time filling up your eyes
 We are all the things we try to hide
 And I saw your mother's name, in a book of poetry
 And I saw your mother's hand, in her favourite recipe
 But she will never know me, no she will never know
 Oh Peggy, the things we leave behind
 Oh Peggy, the things we leave behind
 I saw your shoes empty by the door
 I've never thought of them like that before