January 20, 2015
Damn these made up, midnight memories! Not quite sure why but you still drop by, as though we were just two kids with nothing better to do.But to remember.
And what's that song?
The crazy girl driving by just hoping to catch a glimpse, or perhaps the gleam in your eye -- that was me. Because you can't always leave what isn't well enough alone. Because sometimes you just have to know.
How the hell are ya? How ya doing, old pal?
Like that old song. 'Cept it's Tuesday, yo.
It's not quite you as you are now, but it's you just the same. Playing this late night, made up game.
I hope you're well. I hope you're wonderful. I hope you're as grand as these stories my dreams sometimes tell.
I'm not opposed to saying hello (it wasn't all bad, ya know).
It's way different than it was but sometimes it's just the same as it ever was. Just as crazy, just as big, just as bright. Just like the moon on a Saturday night...
That's it.
When the moon is bright
On a Saturday night
There's a thousand stars in the sky
On a winding road her memory flows
She'll face the fact
She wants to go back
She opens her heart to an old memory
She closes her eyes and she smiles
Just ask her if she ever still
Thinks about me
She'll say "Every once in a while,
Every once in a while"
She tries to forget
But she hasn't yet
Not a single day goes by
That feeling again reminds of when
I held her tight, it felt so right
She opens her heart to an old memory
She closes her eyes and she smiles
Just ask her if she ever still
Thinks about me
She'll say "Every once in a while,
Every once in a while"
And every once in a while
She calls my name out loud
And when she thinks about us
She'll face the fact
She wants to go back
She opens her heart to an old memory
She closes her eyes and she smiles
Just ask her if she ever still
Thinks about me
She'll say "Every once in a while,
Every once in a while"