All I can be is a sweet memory That drifts through your mind time from time I can never be more than a knock on your door Just a shadow that's gone with
You come around most every night Looking for my heart Each time I turn out the light I can count on you to start Bringing back sweet memories Of the
Well listen dear I think it's clear We need to sit and talk Seems you've got this notion I've been having second thoughts Well I must confess in a way
We had a storybook beginning getting better with each page Somewhere in the middle I somehow lost my place Then came the final chapter where you said
I read a note my grandma wrote back in nineteen twenty-three. Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me. He said, "Boy, you might not
like home to me I'll be stepping out the rhythm while I'm singing a new song And it's knowing where I'm going that will keep me moving on Turn my collar
I hear your favorite music on the jukebox And right away I know that you are here You always pick a time Just when I think my mind is clear you reappear
Well I better tell you upfront you've always been my friend The kind of woman you found won't come your way again She's the kind of lady that every man
You grew up in the city, High society girl And even this backwoods boy can tell you're a woman of the world "Cause I get weak when I hear you speak The
When I think about you leaving and being here alone It's not the love we knew that hurts me But the love we could have known I'm not sorry that I held
She said we're much too different We're from two separate worlds And he admitted she was partly right But in his heart's defense he told her What they
I came in as the sun came up She glared at me over her coffee cup She said where you been, so I thought real hard and said, I fell asleep in that hammock
I know I've disappeared a time or two Along the way I lost me and you I needed a new town for my new start I'm sellin' VCRs in Arkansas at a Walmart
For all I've been blessed with in this life There was an emptiness in me I was imprisoned by the power of gold But one honest touch could set me free
When I saw you buying Cosmo and a Hot Rod magazine I said to myself now there's a girl for me And when I asked you to go for a ride You stole my heart
She met him down at the laundrymat 3 a.m. on a washing machine they sat And talked til dawn He bought her breakfast at a small cafe Morning turned to
I've seen that look before Here comes that doubt again You think that girl we saw Was more than just a friend Yes, there was a time I thought she had
Well the note said you've had time to think about it Looks like to me you're feeling kinda crowded You're not looking for anything permanent here So
