I don’t know just when you disappeared
It happened slowly
So maybe you’re still here (somewhere)

I listen in the corners
I sleep under the stairs
The neighbors call but I am unaware

And l can see the places that we lived
From the coffee cup collection
And the pictures of our kids

You asked me if I loved you
And I told you I did
Can you love me now in the midst of all of this

I’ll believe whatever I need to
And I’ll hold tight to the memory of you
For 50 years I grew to love you like I do
I just needed 51 or 52

They say that you’re in heaven doing fine
Do you ever think about me
And how I spend my time

Cause when I try to talk to you
It’s loose words on the line
You got on with yours I should get on with mine

I’ll believe whatever I need to
And I’ll hold tight to the memory of you
For 50 years I grew to love you like I do
I just wanted 51 or 52

You can’t see the ending from the start
You never know how life will grow
And death will break your heart

But the good outweighs the negative
When I pick it all apart
We’re a tapestry a timeless work of art

I’ll believe whatever you tell me to
And I’ll hold tight to the memory of you
For 50 years I grew to love you like I do
I just wanted 51 or 52

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