by megan sargent

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Hopefully

I don't know if I'll come back into town
to see what times done to your face
to see what you did with the dreams that you spoke
Or see the woman that's sitting in my place
She'll knit, and she'll sew
She'll do all the things that you've come to know
She'll bake, and she'll draw
She'll be your summer, with her strawberry jam

Oh, well I don't know where I'll be
But hopefully you think of me
Hopefully, hopefully
I get sad when the rain begins to pour
Memories come rushing through the door

I don't know if I'll come back to town
To follow the past that I shed
Or follow the the path that leads to your door
Or even follow the thoughts in my head

I'm wrong, and you're right
I've seen such sadness and I've taken a bite
from the world, but all I want is you...
I love what I know and I know your heart is true
Oh, well i don't know where I'll be
But hopefully you think of me
Hopefully, hopefully
I get sad when the rain begins to pour
Memories come rushing through the door
But hopefully you think of me
Hopefully, hopefully

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