Did she come from sunlight, or did she hang the moon?
The first time I met her I said goodbye too soon
She offered me a kindness that I never can repay
When she asked to hear my songs there was nothing I could say
In a tiny attic room, I played my songs
Guitar finish sparkles reflected in her eyes
Hours changed to minutes and the seconds seemed too long
I'd give anything if I could make her smile
I can't help but wonder
If it's all in my mind
As we start our journey
To the western side
The wipers keep
Our conversation in time
I wish that somehow our lives could align
Significant coincidences meant more than they seemed
Strange but no stranger I still hear her in my dreams
Sitting in my car she sang the sweetest melody
I'm afraid she's gone forever why can't she see?
A lonely drive to get back home with too much time to think
About the life I wish I'd lead if she was meant for me
Miles of open Interstate and horizontal rain
Will I have to sell my soul to see her again?