Maybe
She’ll Come And Hold You Tight Maybe She’ll Even Stay The Night Maybe
Confusion Will Be No More Gone Will Be The Days And Nights Of Pacing The Floor
Maybe, Maybe
Late Night, Zin In A Glass Journal In Hand Churning
Up The Past What Will She Do To Keep Love For Two Chasing A Memory
Is The Answer “Sitting In The Blue”
Living A Life That Is Not Her Own
Whispers Of Wonder In A Small Town What Will It Take To Keep Everyone Fooled
Let Go Completely And Just Push Aside The Insanity
Maybe She Will
Find True Love Maybe She Will Find Peace Maybe She Will Run And Hide
Maybe, Maybe, Maybe