So do you hide your pictures of me?
Stuff them in the middle of your books
In old forgotten cartons,
And all the places she never looks?
Do you smile every time they play our song?
Or do you just close your eyes?
Do you think of farmhouses and laughter?
And cold darkening November skies?
Do you ever think of me?
And all the times that we had?
Do memories of me make you laugh?
Or do they only make you sad?
Did you ever read my letter?
The one I wrote right after we fought
I wanted you to know I was sorry
but in my pride I was caught...
But I don't think that can be
I jus wrote this song coz, darling,
I was going through some old books you see...