If today was not an crooked highway If tonight was not an crooked trail If tomorrow wasn't such a long time Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all
Yes and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear her heart softly pounding If only she was lying by me Then I'd lie in my bed once again
I can't see my reflection in the water I can't speak the sounds that show no pain I can't hear the echo of my footsteps I can't remember the sound of my own name
Yes and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear her heart softly pounding If only she was lying by me Then I'd lie in my bed once again
There's beauty in the silver singing river There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else could match the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes
Yes and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear her heart softly pounding If only she was lying by me Then I'd lie in my bed once again
If today was not an endless highway If tonight was not an endless trail If tomorrow wasn't such a long time Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all
Yes and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear her heart softly pounding If only she was lying by me Then I'd lie in my bed once again
