It seems like only yesterday
When you and I went our own way
In search of something new.
It hurt, but you and I agreed.
We both had said it was indeed
The only thing to do.
I think of you, and then
I want you back again,
And now I hope and pray each night for you.
But you don’t want to see
That you might still love me.
But I still hope and pray each night for you.
It seems like my tomorrows are
Not meant to be spent where you are
With me just holding you.
But I won’t give up ‘til the day
You change your mind, and then you’ll say
That you still love me too.
Dec. 11, 1978
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