Sweet sounds… music and the night.
It almost feels as if everything’s alright.
Light tunes… a note and a little bass.
There’s nothing that could take your place.
So many miles away… we lay alone,
Thinking of each other and talking on the phone.
Honey… it’s just a matter of insecurity.
But that’s just not meant for you and me.
I know you think of me… as I do you.
Spending time together, there’s nothing we’d rather do.
Trapped in a moment of life… separation.
We hold on with hope, love, and desperation.
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: God loves and lives.