I still feel your kiss
When I smoke a cigarette
I still hear your voice
When I listen to the rain fall
There is something more
Than a yearning for the past
Someone always has to remember.

When I wake up
Late every morning
I see your hair on the pillow
I never look closer, I know it isn't there
But sometimes it's nice to have illusions.

And I know that I'm going to get by
I'm getting better all the time
But somehow, I'm breathing your name in my sleep
And there's images of you in the dreams I have

But I'm old enough
To put it down to experience
And I'm old enough
Not to let myself feel it anymore
But sometimes, the tenderness overwhelms me
And sometimes, I remember.