Lonely Times © 1996 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved

I used to call it a garden

When I thought that I could win

So sure that if I just waited

You'd open up that gate and you'd let me in

Then one day you turned your back

And I looked over the wall

Oh but your heart had changed

Somehow it was no garden at all

 

What about the lonely times

Tell me about the lonely times

What about the lonely times

Tell me about the lonely times

What about the lonely times

 

Oh who am I trying to fool anyway

You keep slippin' slippin' slippin' away

People get scary and I can't relate

To anything you do and everything you say

Sounds like an echo drifting downwind

The memories are still so near

It don't take much to bring them back again

(Just the sound of your voice brings them back again)

 

In dreams I walked alone and felt satisfied

Silence was my friend

You came in I woke up and I heard you say

Welcome back again

 

 

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Lonely Times © 1996 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved
Lonely Times © 1996 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved
Lonely Times © 1996 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved
Lonely Times © 1996 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved