Andy Gullahorn Memory Of You
I drive past the school where we met.
Past the deserted drive in.
Down to the park where we kissed the first time.
Turn right past the town Texaco.
Go down a familiar old road.
Pull up to what once was your home and cry.
Not a day goes by you don’t cross my mind every minute.
In this small town every road I go down I get lost in the memory of you.
Too lonely to wipe off the tears and too tired to start over from here I just put the car back in gear and drive.
Past our favorite roadside café.
Past the farm fields of cotton and grain to the tree where we carved out our names and I cry.
(Chorus)
Forever’s a strong word to me.
I really hoped it could be.
But I carve it back out of that tree and cry and cry and cry.
