She's Walking Through My Memory - Doyle Lawson, Quicksilver

Somewhere in my thoughts there lives a lady

She’s walking back and forth across my mind

Blocking out each chance of me forgetting

Assuring me she’ll be there for some time

Her golden hair is tied around my memory

The pain she left with me is here to stay

I’m doing all I can to go on living

And yet I die a little more each day

Lead Break

Now that I’m alone with just my memory

I’ve had some time for counting my mistakes

And loving her stands out from all the others

But that was one I couldn’t help but make

Funny how some thoughts can be so painful

And how refuse to go away

I’m doing all I can to go on living

And still I die a little more each day