[[This isn't really finished and I'm not, by nature, a lyricist or song-writer by any stretch. It's certainly not my forte. When I do dabble in it, it all revolves around my favorite genre: country music. Hence, my lyrics are geared toward that. Keep that in mind.]]
Her scent's still in the bedroom... Her mirror's still on the wall...
I ache to tell her good mornin'... But I can't say nothin' at all...
I want to know what she's doing... I wish that she was near...
I'm not really sure what happened...
Aw, but I know that she's not here...
chorus: I wish she would've told me...
I wish she'd said something along the way...
Cuz what I have realized all alone...
Is that she mighta had somethin' to say...
If I'd said, "Tell me how you feel, is there something I can do, do you wanna go for a drive - And do absolutely nothin' but ride down the back-roads and talk until the moon is high...?"
Oh, but I didn't do it. I didn't even try.
I was too busy lookin' out for myself to even see the signs..
And though, it's clear now, and now I see...
I wish - she would - have told me...
You'd think the kids would keep me going...
Aw, but it's hard to even smile...
'Cuz when I'm with 'em now... It just seems lonelier somehow...
After all, she gave them life...
I hope I'm closer tomorrow... to seeing where I went wrong...
Not that that would help us now... I guess I waited way too long...
But -
[chorus]
