| I wrote this song before I ever kissed you before I held you closer than the night we'd promised just to walk beneath the spring trees but I could see your eyes were deep and bright I wrote this song while traveling on the highway the forecast may have called for snow and ice but all that I could feel was the warm wind blowing in the best years of my life came north from maryland I was waiting for the rain north from maryland I was waiting for the highway to take me your way again, to take me your way once again so I wrote this song while traveling on the highway the forcast may have called for snow and ice but all that I could feel was the warm wind blowing in the best years of my life I wrote this song and though I never kissed you and never held you closer than the night we promised just to walk beneath the spring trees and I could see your eyes were deep and bright and they still are... |