it makes a difference

when you walk through a room

with that worrisome smile

road weary perfume



but this isn't the place

and it isn't the time

for this beautiful delusion

that is robbing me blind



i want to know

i want to know

will it make a difference

when i go



it makes a difference

that i'm feeling this way

with plenty to think about

and so little to say



except for this confession

that is poised on my lips

i'm not letting go of God

I'm just losing my grip



i want to know

i want to know

will it keep you guessing

when i go



what is a love

if the love's not my own

this is not my home

this is lonely

but never alone



i just want to hold you

in my gaze for awhile

so i can remember

every line around your smile



then i want to know

i want to know

will it make a difference

when I go