I still see us up in Maine Your hair dancing with the wind Thought our love would last a lifetime Just that hopeful kinda kid Though the tears drowned out the flame I still think about your lips You seem like the kinda girl That I might always miss
I would drive across the country If you would tell me that you want me 'Cause I'm still wrestling with the words That came so easy out your mouth When you looked at me and said "I hope it all works out"
I'll be singing to the lights Of a crowded sold-out room Close my eyes and see your face 'Cause these songs are all for you Oh, I thought you'd be here with me Bе a part of this old dream Told me to enjoy thе journey Now it's just a lonely street
I would drive across the country If you would tell me that you want me 'Cause I'm still wrestling with the words That came so easy out your mouth When you looked at me and said "I hope it all works out"
I still find it to be true And something I regret That I always want the things in life that I can never get Now the days are filled with guilt It sends chills along my back You might fall along the wayside, be a person of my past
I would drive across the country If you would tell me that you want me 'Cause I'm still wrestling with the words That came so easy out your mouth When you looked at me and said "I hope it all works out"
Compositor: Mark Gregory Damboragian (Mark Ambor) ECAD: Obra #45533278