Walking through the city after dark
Trying to forget who you are
I don’t know where you are
I walk up to the bar
He smiled and asked me what I’d like to drink
I don’t care, I just don’t want to think
He handed me my drink
His hair was just like yours
But no one in this world will ever have your eyes
It’s the little things
Bringing back what used to be
Stolen memories
Walking through the city once again
Hear the music from a far-off band
I like the sound
I wander in
He looks at me then he starts to play
I meet his eyes and then I look away
He sings that he’ll be true
But he just isn’t you
And no one in this world could ever make me cry
Like the little things
You sang and said so soft to me
Possibilities
Here in this small town I get the big picture
You’ll never remember me, never come back here
I’m one of a hundred — one of a thousand
To me you’re one of a kind
I need to get you out of my mind
And all the little things...
