|
See all the rain on the street |
|
The way the cars shine |
|
And the scotch that she drinks |
|
With her lips so fine |
|
And her shoulders go weak |
|
As she closes her eyes |
|
Oh, my God when she was mine |
|
See, how she moves through the door |
|
How she loses her keys |
|
How she loses her cool |
|
Watching blackbirds scatter through the trees |
|
How she flips from the back to the front |
|
Reading magazines |
|
Oh, my God, |
|
I miss those things |
|
And it's a hard way to fall |
|
And this ain't the easy way down |
|
And it's a hard thing to love anyone, anyhow |
|
So if it's gotta be you treat her nice |
|
Hold her hand and tell her twice |
|
That she doesn't have to worry |
|
And it will be alright |
|
It's alright this time, it's alright this time |
|
See her smiling at him that used to be me |
|
And I could find her in a thunderstorm |
|
Just by the way that the rain would fall |
|
And we used to be something |
|
Somethin' happened to me |
|
Oh, my God when |
|
I was free |
|
And it's a hard way to fall |
|
And this ain't the easy way down |
|
And it's a hard thing to love anyone, anyhow |
|
And it's a hard way to fall |
|
This ain't the easy way down |
|
And it's a hard thing to love anyone, anyhow |
