when you walked in that bar
you still felt her hand in yours
but what you really felt,
as the temperature dropped
was the gale of her memory, wind chilled
then when you walked into that room
you felt she was still there
you knew that couldn't be true
but you kept holding on, and on, and on ...
when you walked down that street
you knew the one where
the sun always shone,
the wind was your friend,
and plays in her hair, even still
then you walked to her house
the one they tore down
many years ago now
but you kept holding on, and on, and on ...
but i felt her too
there beside you
she will be always be there
with you
holding on, and on, and on ...
