There’s A Place
There’s a place where I sit in the sun,
And I think of all I’ve done,
Of a girl that I met,
When my life had just begun,
Of the words never said,
Until many years too late,
Of the life I could have had,
But for a simple twist of fate.
Is that a lie or a delusion,
Just a comforting illusion,
To believe what could have been,
In a life I’ve never seen?
There’s a place where I sit in the sun,
And I think of all I’ve done,
Of a girl that’s far away,
The only heart I’ve ever won,
Of a time spent in a new world,
And of an endless summer evening,
Of a moment lost in love,
Both foolishly believing,
It was the beginning, not the ending,
That our love we’d die defending,
Now all I really need to know,
Is there a way to let her go?
There’s a place where I sit in the sun,
And I think of all I’ve done,
Of the days I’ve spent with her,
Filled with joy and endless fun.
Yet I hope it slips her notice,
When my eye lingers just too long,
Or when she wraps her arms around me,
How it feels like I belong.
But I accept the part I play,
As a companion for the day,
Knowing yet if I should fall,
She’d be the one to hear my call.
There’s a place where I sit in the sun,
And I think of all I’ve done,
Spend my morning just adoring,
All the words she’s sent along,
I try my hardest not to think,
About what she means to me,
To live my life just for the moment,
Lost in idle fantasy.
Do I have a heart left to give,
Or a life left to live?
Can I ask anyone to stay,
When I’ve given me away?
