Where's the Words When I Need Them Most?

Funny I don't feel a thing this morning Guess I cried all my tears by Mary's side Sad thing is that there's a warehouse in my soul Where all the other tears are stored Locked up with the words I cannot find To tell you of my loss...what's on my mind Sadness is no stranger around here guess I better get used to having her around seems she's made a commitment to stay I don't think I'll be able to make her go away Sure, there's a smile on my face when you're around And at that time the tears cannot be found But look a little deeper into me And there's the tears......they won't be hard to see