(Don Cook/Keith Whitley). . Out here is the country there's magic in the air.. It's the middle of December there's excitement eveywhere. . Everyone's invited, the celebration's planned.
Everytime I see her passin' by. All I do is hang my head and cry. And I can't forget her though I try. All I do is hang my head and cry. . Golden love, oh, golden love you've gone.
It breaks my hear to see. That you're unhappy here with me. The hurt you've tried to hide can't help but show. I could cling to the past. But I'm afraid it wouldn't last.
I remember when I made you cry. Ages and ages ago. I'll never blame you for our last goodbye. Ages and ages ago. . Someone came along and took my place.
I play the hits on the late night show. I'm the King of small town radio. When all the stars sing you to sleep. It's just this old turn table and me. .
If I were alone in the desert. Without a drink of water around. With my knees and hands in that white scorching sand. With the hot Sahara sun beating down.
That innocent look in her green eyes. Sparkle when she starts to laugh. Memories of her start to fill up my mind. Like pieces of torn photographs. . Its all comin' back to me now.
Everywhere I turn, someone reminds me of you. I remember all the things that we used to do. I think I'm over you and then. I'm losin' you all over again.
There will never be a time. When I'm untrue to you, yeah. You, you're always on my mind. Tell me what can I do?. . I've been through a string of affairs.