The city is quiet, too cold to walk alone. Strangers in overcoats hurry on home. Tonight I've been walking in the rain. Someone's been talking and I've got the blame.
Calling all olive branches and laid off doves. There is work to do before we say goodbye. But who can see them turning to the face of love. Though I hear them pleading with me, don't let us die.
Look at me 'cause I might be,. The very last one that you'll ever see.. Someday you may wake up and find,. I'm one of a kind.. . Now, don't look back once you're free,.
Calling all olive branches and laid-off doves. There is work to do before we say good-bye.. But who can see them turning to the face of love?. Though I hear them pleading with me, "Don't let us die,".
(w/ Linda Davis, Martina McBride, and Trisha Yearwood). (Burt Bacharach/Carol Bayer Sager). . So many times I said it was forever. Said our love would always be true.
I can't sleep, 'cause I won't wake up again. I can't read but the writing's on the wall. I lied but I told the truth again. Got so much, I got nothing.