It hits when I set the table or when I turn out the lights. And I don't hear a voice that whispers goodnight. It hits when I'm in the backyard and the summer sky smells like rain.
She's driving outside providence. She's on the outside looking in. She's finally figured out just where she's going. . Her mama says that she's insane.
You'll never know how close we came. The word goodbye was almost spoken. Just one more thoughtless word. And I was ready to leave. . Then the thought of how I'd feel.
You say you'll call when the time is right, yeah right. You must think there's something better. You just haven't met her. I should put my life on hold and wait.