Down a winding gravel road. There's an old country church. A stranger who just passes by. Will never know it's worth. . But you can walk in any Sunday.
If I don't get enough of you. I can't think, I can't sleep. If I don't get enough of you. I can't eat, I get weak. . Without you there to hold me tight.
I could forget you, I could make new plans. Find someone to help me spend this time on my hands. I could pick up the pieces, even fall in love again. But until I do.
Guess I had my chance. My one shot at true romance. Only a fool would let it slip through his hands. . So take it from the one. Who dreams about the way things were.