(Hank Cochran/Red Lane/Dale Dodson)



I can feel the darkness reaching in

As I touch the place you may as well have never been

Love can hurt much more than one can bear

When a heart beats for someone who's not there



How many times must I tell myself that you're gone

When will the rest of me wake up and see what went wrong... So wrong

And turn on the light and pick up the phone and just call

And lay pride aside

If I had any sense left at all



Voices call that only I can hear

Who would have thought love was something I would fear

Almost home, almost there, almost taste

On my mind, in my heart, on my face



How many times must I tell myself that you're gone

When will the rest of me wake up and see what went wrong... So wrong

And turn on the light and pick up the phone and just call

And lay pride aside

If I had any sense left at all



Oh just lay pride aside

If I had any sense left at all