We'll Always . . .

We’ll Always . . .

(Monday, March 31, 2008 -10:05-10:29PM)

The sun rises before our eyes.
The black gold turns to orange
rising above a midnight
morning sky.

I reach for a memory I’ve seen:
the chance to see you again . . .
in a place you and I
have always been.

Suddenly, the dawn begins to end
and dark turns into the light
that will shine on you and me,
always again.

Then, I will watch you walk away
to a place I’ll never see;
but, a place I know you somehow,
you somehow need to be.

CHORUS:

But, We’ll Always have a place
. . . a place that no one else can see.
We’ll Always have a time
where no one else can be.
We’ll Always have each other
and We’ll Always have the memory . . .
(a memory . . . )
where I’ll always hear you calling out to me.

The moon will fade before our eyes.
The harsh daylight will remind us
that a dove will always,
always serve to remind.

Then you will make me walk this way . . .
to a place I cannot be
yet, a place we’ll always
be remembering.

CHORUS:

But, we will always have a place
. . . a place that no one else can see.
We’ll always have a time
where no one else can be.
We’ll always have each other
and we’ll always have the memory . . .
(a memory . . . )
where I’ll always hear you calling out to me.