About the things that made us feel alive for oh so long.
About the things that kept you on my side — when I was wrong.
Maybe it’s just me, but couldn’t you believe?
That everything I said or did wasn’t just deceiving.
And someday, I promise I’ll be gone.
And someday, I might even sing this song.
I might even sing this song to you.
— Secondhand Serenade
A change in the weather.
I was praying that you and me might end up together.
It’s like I’m wishing for rain as I stand in the desert.
But I’m holding you closer than most —
Cause you are my heaven.
I wonder how you’ll keep warm.
It’s too late to cry, too broken to move on.
Still, I can’t let you be.
Most nights, I hardly sleep.
Don’t take what you don’t need from me.