Tawnya LoRae

Maybe we'll remember


Who would want to stop you now
Doesn't matter anyhow
Step right up and take a bow
Hats off to you

Any way the wind might blow
Every little way you thought you'd go
Every one you just had to show
That smile

Mary hangs over my bed
Softer voices in my head
So glad I stuck around instead
I can believe

I think I might give you a call
Forget about it all
We'll go on out
And have ourselves a ball

I guess today's the day
Bats in belfry fly away
If you ever came later and stayed
I'd have a drink

For now I gotta hit the sky
For all the other reasons why
Only thing left is to cry
Never say goodbye


I still remember
All the promises of September days