Monday turns to Friday
But this lonely weekend still lingers on
I used up my penance
Staring all night at the phone

Waiting on the promise of the life that I once knew
All I took for granted, everything I thought was true

Disappearing ink, disappearing ink
The promise of tomorrow, sitting on the brink
Those days of wine and roses still make all my hopes sink
As I write down in my diary in disappearing ink
Disappearing ink

I know I've gotta be strong
'Cause I hear a change is on the way
Still looking for some good trouble
And I still miss dancing the night away
Yeah

You can see what's ahead, feel what's on the brink
Will it all be a memory in disappearing ink?

Yeah, just a memory
Whoa, just a memory
In disappearing ink
Hey, just a memory in disappearing ink
Whoa, just a memory in disappearing ink