This was my very first lyric. I know it's not as good as it could be, I've learned an awful lot in the last 2+ years ...... but this one's kinda near and dear to my heart and it's hard for me to think about changing any of it. It's a 90% true story. The only thing fictional is the inference that the two characters had a previous relationship.

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Her Heart Cries

She's sittin' all alone in the dark, at a table in the back by the bar,
Starin' across the crowded smoke filled room.
No emotion shows on her face, she looks so out of place,
The only reason she comes is to hear him play.
In the flickering candle light, she checks her watch just one more time,
Show's gonna start pretty soon, it's almost nine.
He comes runnin' in the door, carryin' his guitars and his keyboard,
Quickly he gets set up and takes the stage.

Chorus 1: She's watchin' ev'ry move he makes,
Her heart feels ev'ry breath he takes,
Searchin' for her soul she stares into his deep green eyes.
She's watchin' his hands on the strings,
And like his music, her soul sings,
And at the end of ev'ry song he plays, her heart cries.

V2
Alone in the dark she sits, Listenin' to all his hits,
Tappin' her foot and smilin' as she sings along.
Then he slows the music down, And he turns the mood around,
And it's breakin' her heart to hear all those old love songs.
She's cryin' softly and rememberin', The way it might have been,
But time moves on and you can't erase the past.
Would she change it if she could, Would it still be just as good,
Those are two questions you'll never hear her ask.

Chorus 1:
She's watchin' ev'ry move he makes,
Her heart feels ev'ry breath he takes,
Searchin' for her soul she stares into his deep green eyes.
She's watchin' his hands on the strings,
And like his music, her soul sings,
And at the end of ev'ry song he plays, her heart cries.

Chorus 2:
She's watchin' ev'ry move he makes,
Her heart feels ev'ry breath he takes,
Long ago she lost her soul in those deep green eyes.
She's watchin' his hands on the strings,
List'ning and remembering,
But as she sits alone in the dark, her heart cries.

Tag:
As she sits there night after night, her heart cries.

Paula Wheeler 3/1/03