Maybe It'll All Come Back To Me
I took that old short cut home today
After all the years I stayed away
Found our street and our bungalow
Someone painted over our indigo
I parked for a while trying to resurrect
Any old day from the years we spent
Just one conversation while the coffee brewed
One night together in our solitude
If you tell me the stories maybe I'll remember
If you show me the pictures maybe I will see
If you sing me the songs I sang to your back then
Maybe it'll all come back to me again
Maybe it'll all come back to me
I had to go back and try to find
The town, the street the house and the time
Scenes from a movie of our life
Where the happy ever after never arrived
If you tell me the stories maybe I'll remember
If you show me the pictures maybe I will see
If you sing me the songs I sang to your back then
Maybe it'll all come back to me again
Maybe it'll all come back to me
Nothing's familiar in this room by the week
The chair ain't easy and the box springs squeak
I used to be someone you looked up to
I used to be somebody loved by you
If you tell me the stories maybe I'll remember
If you show me the pictures maybe I will see
If you sing me the songs I sang to your back then
Maybe it'll all come back to me again
Maybe it'll all come back to me
After all the years I stayed away
Found our street and our bungalow
Someone painted over our indigo
I parked for a while trying to resurrect
Any old day from the years we spent
Just one conversation while the coffee brewed
One night together in our solitude
If you tell me the stories maybe I'll remember
If you show me the pictures maybe I will see
If you sing me the songs I sang to your back then
Maybe it'll all come back to me again
Maybe it'll all come back to me
I had to go back and try to find
The town, the street the house and the time
Scenes from a movie of our life
Where the happy ever after never arrived
If you tell me the stories maybe I'll remember
If you show me the pictures maybe I will see
If you sing me the songs I sang to your back then
Maybe it'll all come back to me again
Maybe it'll all come back to me
Nothing's familiar in this room by the week
The chair ain't easy and the box springs squeak
I used to be someone you looked up to
I used to be somebody loved by you
If you tell me the stories maybe I'll remember
If you show me the pictures maybe I will see
If you sing me the songs I sang to your back then
Maybe it'll all come back to me again
Maybe it'll all come back to me
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Writer(s): Stephanie Gladhart
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