journey's over
sung all the songs that needed singin'
back to driving home every night
just a-wondering--
wondering-- wondering
why i'm still so--
blue
it's not the way you made me feel
or the way you listened
it's not the conversations i miss
oh no, it's you
it's you
my heart points north
but my wheels spin east
my brain won't stop ticking
can't find no release
i'll work all day and then the night too
if maybe, oh maybe i'll
stop thinking about you--
stop thinking about you
it's not the advice i'd seek or the
questions i know you'd answer
it's not what you gave to me that i miss
oh no -- it's you
(it's you
your blue eyes burnt pale by the snow
your calm gentle way and the love that you'd quietly show
you are a thousand simple kind gestures
wrapped up in a compact frame
and though you've experienced great pain
you still get up each morning and try
try to let new people in
--i saw that, i saw it on your face
i wanted you; i knew you were something i couldn't replace)
it's not your arms i miss
or how warm i felt with you around
oh babe, it's none of that!
none of that it's just you
just
you
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