I am here again tonight my love, with a heart that feels so sad…
I stand right where we used to stand, remembering times we had.
Were you here before?, did you stand just so, do I share the air you breathed?
Will I see your footsteps in the grass, have you left something here for me?

How many times, have I traveled here, and thought of how it’d be…
To arrive just so, before you’d go, and for a moment, you I’d see.
I search this place, for clues you’d leave, a wrapper from your favorite sweets.
But finding none, I close my eyes, and hear you as you speak.

Do you love me? "Yes, maybe a little…" and then you’d smile so sweet…
I’d stand right there, and watch your eyes, feel the ground beneath my feet.
I touch your face, and you touch mine, for a heartbeat it feels real…
But then I stop and realize, they are but moments that I steal.

I hear the sound of wheels on dirt, my heart it skips a beat…
If it is you, when you come into view, will I be able to speak?
Some heartbeats later it appears, but it’s not your car I see…
It’s just some other lover’s come, to make their own memories.

Ron Walker February 1999