Shallow was his love,
It stood not the vagaries of time,
It knew not the rules of the game,
It chased but a fading chimera

But faith kept him going,
Faith egged him on --
-- into a sea of despair

That was when he should have known --
-- the morning mist had turned ashen
-- the wet grass was littered with thorns
-- the afternoon gust no longer had the sweet smell of dust
-- when the night rain was no longer singing their song
That is when he should have known --
-- that love lay buried by the wayside

When do you know it's over,
When the eyes fail to shy,
When the smile fails to hide,
When the words sound hollow,
When the touch is no longer felt
He saw it coming --
-- long before the new juggler came to town

Lingering, endless, breathless,
They kissed under the dark, winter sky,
Soaked in a blanket of love,
The mist was rising; soon to blur the moment --
-- freeze it, as a footnote in time

A thud sank his heart,
A tremor shook his soul,
As he saw her look back --
-- with longing, moist eyes,
for one last time