Darrell Henderson

There are times
When you face becomes a picture in my mind
And the feeling that I get - so cold and lonely
It can't be described
Nostalgia grips my soul, and I reach wildly
For something left behind

Those (* times) are only moving things like me
Down a long highway of endless dotted lines

There are dreams
That fools like me have from time to time
The plans we made, and games we played but never won
The times we had, both good and bad
And feelings felt, both glad and sad

Chorus; (* dreams)

There are nighes
When I sing my songs to a memory of you
And with misty eyes, like L.A. skys
I know what's meant by feeling blue
But when morining the sunrise
Lord, it makes me realize

Chorus; (* songs)

Repeat chorus