Woorden: Debra Davis. The Way Things Used To Be.

It?s you and me, and so much in between
All tangled up in the passage of time
It?s trust and blame, and feelings with no name
Fighting it out in the back of my mind
And I?m looking for you in each familiar place
Dreaming of you but I come up empty when I wake
Oh how I reach, for the way things used to be
Oh I believe, in the way things used to be
Oh how I need, to find you next to me
The way things used to be
It?s hope and fear both ringing in my ear
The bells of the lonely shaking my soul
It?s hide and seek, the words we never speak
The heart is a traveler headed for home
And I?m looking for you in each familiar place
Dreaming of you but I come up empty when I wake
Oh how I reach, for the way things used to be
Oh I believe, in the way things used to be
Oh how I need, to find you next to me
The way things used to be
A word, a call, am I climbing just to fall
The light?s in your eyes, am I fading from view?
And I?m looking for you in each familiar place
Dreaming of you but I come up empty when I wake
Oh how I reach, for the way things used to be
Oh I believe, in the way things used to be
Oh how I need, to find you next to me
The way things used to be