John W. Adams - Cry Myself To Sleep

Driving home, a rainy road, a runny nose
And our song comes on the radio
Suddenly, I can see, you and me, and the places we would go
But I guess that doesn't matter anymore
You walked our future out the door
Walking in, remembering
An empty den
I throw your photos in the bin
Happily, I can see, you and me, and the places we had been
But I guess I just don't matter anymore
This weight's much greater than before
Thought I would try to cry myself to sleep
But my mind keeps playing tricks on me
I hear the words of my dad and mother
I think I better pour another
Sit and stare at photographs
That caught the times you made me laugh
There has to be a call to make
There's not much more I'll ever take from you
There has to be, another me, so you can see
She is fine and finally free
Separately, I can see, you and me, and the places we should be
But I guess it'll never matter anymore
My heart keeps beating even more
Thought I would try to cry myself to sleep
But my mind keeps playing tricks on me
All those words we used to say
I think I'll let them slip away and cry
I hope you cry yourself to sleep
And your mind is full of memories
All those words we used to say
What I'm gonna do
I think I'll let them slip away
And cry
I hope you sit and cry

Written by:
John Adams

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