How many times have I sat here in this chair

Staring at the rain and thinking how it might have been

Wondering how so many things I did could be so wrong

Well, maybe I could use that in a song



Memories have a way of coming back when I'm alone

They stir the soul within me like the crying of the wind

I try to push them far away where memories belong

Hey, maybe I could use that in a song



The one thing that disturbs me even more than losing you

Is I still feel the same as when you left so long ago

If time's the great physician, why does he take so long

Well, maybe I could use that in a song



These songs have been my only friend and many lonely times

They've shared my deepest secrets and help me pass the night

But one day I won't need them, I hope to be that strong

Maybe I could use that in a song



Well, maybe I could use that in a song



(c) 1977 Whispering Wind Publishing Co.