I watched you walk away
waiting for that last look, the turn of your head
But it never came. . .
I guess I was foolish to believe you would
Shadows dance upon the walls of the the rooms in which we lived
Telling tales of a life once so cherished
I reach out trying to grab hold, but they fade into the night. . .
and once again, I'm foolish to believe they were real
I see you among the crowd
Walking my way and I smile
But then I see her, and you laugh. . .
And I'm still foolish to believe you love me still
Time has past
And still I wait for that last look
Reach for the shadows. . .
I guess the joke is on me
For I'm foolish for still loving you.
