Photograph

One, two... One, two, three, four Every time I see your face It reminds me of the places we used to go All I've got is a photograph And I realize you're not coming back anymore I thought I'd make it The day you went away But I can't make it 'Til you come home again to stay I can't get used to living here While my heart is broke, my tears, I cry for you I want you here to have and hold As the years go by and we grow old and gray Now you're expecting me to live without you But that's not something that I'm looking forward to I can't get used to living here While my heart is broke, my tears, I cry for you I want you here to have and hold As the years go by and we grow old and gray Every time I see your face It reminds me of the places we used to go All I've got is a photograph And I realize you're not coming back anymore Every time I see your face It reminds me of the places we used to go But all I've got is a photograph And I realize you're not coming back anymore Uhm, thanks for the jelly, babies