Whispers Of Your Name

  

              
Maybe I won t find,
             
Any old love letters,
              
Maybe I won t wish,
                    
You d come down the hall.

                 
Maybe my picture frames,
              
Won t look so empty,
                       
I have to take  em down,
            
Off the wall.

                    
Maybe the rain will come,
             
After I m sleeping,
            
Maybe in my dreams,
                  
I won t feel this pain.


           
Maybe I ll find my way,
        
Back to morning,
                               
Without hearing whispers of your name.

   

                     
Maybe I ll find some things,
                
To keep my mind busy,
                     
Maybe I ll sell this car,
              
Sell this ol  ring.

                  
Maybe that ll be enough,
                    
To finally convince me,
                
That you re not here,
                       
And I really don t have anything.

           
Maybe I ll try,
               
Try to get out some,
                   
Maybe our favorite places,
                    
Will still feel the same.

                 
Maybe when I sit alone,
           
At our old table,
                                
I won t hear whispers of your name.
                            
I won t hear whispers of your name.