*~...a stranger appears through the mist at the very edge of the shadows...he sits at the farthest table in the back of the room...takes his guitar out of it's case and begins to play softly...singing...~*
Sunlight streams through the window -
and it's time to face another lonely day;
As I listen to you breathing,
I hear the words you'd never say.
I'd be the first to tell you -
That love comes with no quarantee;
And as I watch you sleeping,
I wonder where you'd rather be...
She never saw it that way -
I guess if she did, she'd stay.
But if you'd wanted me to -
I'd have given you anything...
Sunlight streams through the window -
and it's time to face another lonely day;
As I listen to you breathing,
I hear the words you'd never say.
I'd be the first to tell you -
That love comes with no quarantee;
And as I watch you sleeping,
I wonder where you'd rather be...
She never saw it that way -
I guess if she did, she'd stay.
But if you'd wanted me to -
I'd have given you anything...