Sometimes when I think about her Only the good things come to mind. But when the rain falls and the wind is cold, All I can think of is how she left me behind. I still leave a light on for her Even though I know she will never show. My heart cries out for every memory And all that is left is the lamp's cold glow. Her image is burned in my soul Every detail is there haunting my heart. I am not dead but not quite alive With every mile that keeps us apart. My hair has turned gray but I'm no wiser I long for something that can never be. Sweet dreams and longing is all I will ever have I guess I will always look, but never ever see.