Category Archives: 1994

What would you say if I told you I love you? What would you say if I told you I care? What would you say if I told you I need you? What would you say if I swore I’d … Continue reading →

There’s been at least a time or two I’ve almost gotten over you, But memories of the past get in the way, But even so, my heart’s been strong And I’ll be fine before too long. Don’t worry, dear. No, … Continue reading →

She’s an angel with dirty feet Running barefoot across the street Trying to play all she can before the summer ends. She’s a diamond in the rough, And all the neighbor boys know she’s tough. Every kid on the block … Continue reading →

It was hard on our daughter When our divorce came along. I know she needs us both, But now one is gone. Although our marriage is over, My love for her grows strong. I’ve got to let her know She’s … Continue reading →

I sit here alone with a picture you gave me, And that’s all that’s left of a dream. I keep it here in my wallet behind some love letters I’ve written, but you’ve never seen. I think of the days … Continue reading →

She’s played this game before, and lost. She never thought about the cost. The price she paid for love was much too high. She tries to see where things went wrong, But she gives up before too long, And then … Continue reading →

Somewhere in the night When the lights are down low She’ll be feeling kind of lonely Then she’ll get the urge to go. She’ll walk into the closet And put on her tight jeans, Then she’ll be headed downtown To … Continue reading →

I love the taste of good, smooth whiskey. Lord, it warms me to my bones, And there’s nothing like a good woman To make a man feel right at home. I used to have the best of both, But then … Continue reading →

Driving through the darkness With the city lights behind me, Destination undecided as of yet. I’m hoping I can find a place With nothing to remind me Of the fact that you and I had ever met. No money in … Continue reading →

There’s a quarter on the table, and a memory on the jukebox That I can’t bring myself to play again. The song is such a good one, But the memory’s a sad one, And it makes me think about what … Continue reading →