| And my answers, often left to feelin'
|
| Like you’re hangin' out to dry
|
| And my reasons have left you wondering why
|
| Life has this question looming over me
|
| Since the day you took fly
|
| And if you come back there will be good times
|
| I see your face when I’m staring out the window
|
| Beaming down in the moonlight
|
| Winter is colder, life sought you by my side
|
| All I have is this photo whom you’re
|
| Smiling to remind me of my words
|
| In my rights if you come back there would be good times
|
| And my answers, often left to feelin'
|
| Like you’re hangin' out to dry
|
| And my reasons have left you wondering why
|
| Life had this question looming over me
|
| Since the day we took fly
|
| And if you come back there would be good times
|
| And I see your face when I’m staring out the window
|
| Beaming down in the moonlight
|
| Winter is colder, I sought you by my side
|
| Now all I’ve is this photo whom you’re
|
| Smiling to remind me of my words
|
| In my rights if you come back there would be good times |