How many times have I sat here in this chair
Staring at the rain and thinking how it might have been
Wondering how so many things I did could be so wrong
Well, maybe I could use that in a song

Memories have a way of coming back when I'm alone
They stir the soul within me like the crying of the wind
I try to push them far away where memories belong
Hey, maybe I could use that in a song

The one thing that disturbs me even more than losing you
Is I still feel the same as when you left so long ago
If time's the great physician, why does he take so long
Well, maybe I could use that in a song

These songs have been my only friend and many lonely times
They've shared my deepest secrets and help me pass the night
But one day I won't need them, I hope to be that strong
Maybe I could use that in a song

Well, maybe I could use that in a song

(c) 1977 Whispering Wind Publishing Co