It's a cool, warm morning on a January day
And for the first time, I've got nothing to say
So I slowly eat my breakfast as they talk about the game
And I pray you might have spoken my name
And everybody wants to go on laughing
when everything says it might be time to cry
But I feel alive, seeing inside my eyes -- the saddest eyes you've ever
seen
And I can't let go of someone I need to know -- it's not time for you to
go
So don't leave me, Maureen
When the sun woke... read more
