i just want to see her face again
to fix her memory in my mind
to paint a picture of what might have been
if only i hadn’t been so blind
it’s true that i once held her in my arms
but didn’t know just what i had
now i pine away
and rock this barstool every day
thinking what i did bad
no more hiding
no more whiskey diving
on down the line
i’ve been so blind i couldn’t see
to paint a picture of what might have been
to make believe that it’s still way back when
to see her how i couldn’t see her then
i just want to see her face again
i just want to know where she is now
and if she’s found somebody new
and to see if he has figured how
to do the things i couldn’t do
she was once a part of me back then
and i was once a part of her
now i’ll never be more than a faded memory
thinking about how things were
no more hiding
no more whiskey diving
on down the line
i’ve been so blind i couldn’t see
to paint a picture of what might have been
to make believe that it’s still way back when
to see her how i couldn’t see her then
i just want to see her face again
