Until Now
I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long
Time hurries on.
And the leaves that are green turn to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.
Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl.
I held her close, but she faded in the night
Like a poem I meant to write.
And the leaves that are green turn to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.
I threw a pebble in a brook
And watched the ripples run away
And they never made a sound.
And the leaves
She's In The Bedroom Crying
(Jimmy Alan Stewart/Chuck Cannon)
He's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying
He thinks he'll drown all the hurt that he's feeling inside
A river of tears is washing away her every reason for trying
And the distance between them is silence, anger and pride
They don't talk to each other
They're no longer lovers
They won't even say the three words that could keep love from dying
She needs a shoulder, he needs to hold her
But he's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying
He tells the bartender his problems and thanks him for listening
Then he orders more whiskey to have something warm he can hold
She picks up the phone, and calls up a friend,
And says she wishes she knew what was missing
Both of them ask the wrong people why their love's growing cold
They don't talk to each other
They're no longer lovers
They won't even say the three words
That could keep love from dying
She needs a shoulder, he needs to hold her
But he's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying
He's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying