If I had a reason I'd tell you what it is,
Must I explain how I feel
I've tried and I've tried to make it so clear
But my time is just wasted I fear
Well it's only an old song but it serves it's purpose so well
By the cry in your voice Im can tell
When you sing there's a feeling behind the words
That brings it all back again
I'm reaching, I'm reaching, while you slip away
I'm searching for words I can say
I'm listening, I'm listening, tryin' not to hear
You say that we might met one day
There's a picture that's faded and curling from it's frame
Of a face that smiles patiently,
It might smile forever to make me feel better
But I might just bust it and see.
Oh I'm reaching, I'm reaching while you slip away,
I'm searching for words I can't say.
I'm listening, I'm listening tryin' not to hear
You say that we might meet some day
There's answers to questions that we both wanna know
But those answers keep evading me
There's rhymes and there's reasons,
There's rights and there's wrongs
For being what you are to me.
If I had a a reason I'd tell you what it is
Would you do the same thing for ne?
"Cause the minute you go there's one thing I know,
That day will mean nothing to me.
