I phoned you on Wendesday. I didn’t say a word, but I hope you heard the words that were being sung. I can’t listen to that song without thinking of you, and I’ve listened to it a lot lately. I wish you could have been there to hear it with me.
Come back to me.
Are you tired of walking around with your hand on your gun too?
Comment by debbielynn — November 10, 2006 @ 1:40 am |