Lyrics:

Roger Creager



A crowded restaurant and here you are

I'm doing fine but you have come so far

I ask how long it's been

Like I don't know

I've been counting the days since you've been gone



You'd think my love would show

But I hear you're doing great out on your own

You're having a ball

Have friends that call you on the telephone

You've got hopes

You've got dreams

You've really got it made

I used to feel the same until the day you went away



I don't know why I thought you'd be around

Looking back I see I really held you down

Thinking that I'd always have it all

I hate the way you're riding high

Then all at once you take the fall



Chorus



Everyone is looking right at you

When you walk in you really steal the show

You're the one thing I should've held on to

But standing today I'm trying like hell to let you go



Chorus