(Red Lane)



This is a story about the greatest kind of love there is

The one that you loved even when you're gone.



Stunning and beautiful she stands there by the fireplace

Reds greens and blues flick'ring in her eyes

A small unruly curle falls down across her forehead

As she reads the letter she cries.



(And she cries for me) she cries for me

She knows that I love her she can see

If my wandering soul should ever stop it will stop at her front door

I can't remember when I loved anybody more.



What a feelin'

She stands there so proudly in her simple gingham dress

You can just see all the mem'ries there in her eyes

She cradles a picture in two soft trembling hands

She kisses the picture and softly cries.



(And she cries for me) God she cries for me

She knows that I love her she can see

So if my wandering soul should ever stop it's gonna stop at her front door

I can't remember when I loved anybody more.



No, I've never ever, I've never really loved before

It's such a great feelin'...