Author: Joe Merkle

Drove by the old place tonightLooking for an old face insideKnew it would be a waste of my timeChasing the past-it’s a spiritual crime I saw lots of pretty new facesThey were all dressed up as hopeless casesFeeling lost in these emotionless mazesHad to be nuts to think I’d find traces Of you, anywhereI’m filled…

Your smile is that of a child’s on Christmas dayBut your tears are those of a woman who has lost her wayAnd your loving is like an ocean waveEngulfing and caressing, all you gave – all you gave And though I know you’ll deny it, I know you careAnd all your laughing and crying can’t…

These nagging questions in my mindOh will they never go awayThe doubts, the fears, and all the tearsOh where’s that sunny day And it’s so, so easy to be near youAnd it’s so, so easy holding youIt’s so hard telling myself it’s throughI just can’t seem to believe it’s true All the pain, the anguish…