Your Song

Brad Lyons

Compositor: Brad Lyons

I didn't know exactly what you were saying,
as you walked out the door
You're the last light I have here in New Orleans,
give me back my breath, what'd you say?

Whatever it was, it hung so heavy
Whatever it was, it hung so near

There's an old, old man who stands on the corner,
shouting out, "Eleanor, Eleanor..."
I think I know exactly what he is saying,
when every night, all that's left is in her name

Whatever it is, it hangs so heavy
Whatever it is, it hangs so near

I don't wanna give up on us
I don't wanna give up on love
I don't wanna give up
I'm sorry...