Faded pictures, yellow from time.
Well worn memories of days gone by.
Needing someone and nobody's there.

These are the things broken dreams are made of, Lord they're everywhere.
Tears of the lonely keep falling all the time, tears of the lonely never dry.

Another nightime that just never ends.
A helpless longing for what might have been.
Another morning to face all alone.

These are the things broken dreams are made of, they go on and on.
Tears of the lonely keep falling all the time, tears of the lonely never dry.
Tears of the lonely keep falling all the time, tears of the lonely never dry.

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): WAYLAND D. HOLYFIELD