See the rain on the street

The way the cars shine

And the scotch that she drinks

With her lips so fine

And her shoulders go weak

As she closes her eyes

Oh, my God, when she was mine



See how she moves through the door

How she loses her keys

How she loses her cool

Watching blackbirds scatter through the trees

How she flips from the back to the front

Reading magazines

Oh, my God, I miss those things

And it''s a hard way to fall

And this ain''t the easy way down

And it''s a hard thing to love anyone, anyhow



So if it''s gotta be you

Treat her nice

Hold her hand

And tell her twice

That she doesn''t have to worry

And it will be alright

It''s alright this time

It''s alright this time



See her smiling at him


That used to be me

I could find her in a thunderstorm

Just by the way that the rain would fall

And we used to be something

But somethin'' happened to me

Oh, my God, when I was free

And it''s a hard way to fall

And this ain''t easy way down

And it''s a hard thing to love anyone, anyhow

And it''s a hard way to fall

And this ain''t the easy way down

And it''s a hard thing to love anyone, anyhow





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