A song to the Gone

How often will I let you leave? And You keep coming back..
How often will things go haywire, as usual, 
While I try to put them right.. 

Winds of lost love are here again..
Let them go, catch the train..

I do not know What strikes you,
That you repeat yourself..
In manners most erroneous..
For I no longer wait for you, 
Neither, expectations await..

Winds of lost love are here again..
Let them go, catch the train..