Maybe I won t find,
Any old love letters,
Maybe I won t wish,
You d come down the hall.
Maybe my picture frames,
Won t look so empty,
I have to take em down,
Off the wall.
Maybe the rain will come,
After I m sleeping,
Maybe in my dreams,
I won t feel this pain.
Maybe I ll find my way,
Back to morning,
Without hearing whispers of your name.
Maybe I ll find some things,
To keep my mind busy,
Maybe I ll sell this car,
Sell this ol ring.
Maybe that ll be enough,
To finally convince me,
That you re not here,
And I really don t have anything.
Maybe I ll try,
Try to get out some,
Maybe our favorite places,
Will still feel the same.
Maybe when I sit alone,
At our old table,
I won t hear whispers of your name.
I won t hear whispers of your name.