Stories Will Be Told

When the stories are told about you and me

Will you look back happily or in misery

Will you think I loved her

Or will you think why was I there

You will block out everthing that reminds you of me

Anything I've given you

Anything you see

London is a lovely town

New York a great state

You can go there

Because I'm not around

I'm at home wishing you'd visit

You always said you'd keep in touch

But you didn't

Why does it always surprise me when there's no letter in the mailbox

Why do I still think of you as my safety rock

Why do I hold onto the picture of you and me

Why do I wish I could remember what you used to be

I hold the picture close to me

Almost hearing you

The softest whisper in my ear

The way you held me near

When I was scared

You came

When I needed you

Everything stopped

Fame dropped for me

How I wish it was back to the way it used to be