Once in ev'ry life someone comes along;
And you came to me - it was almost like a song.
You were in my arms just where you belong;
We were so in love - it was almost like a song.
January through December
We had such a perfect year;
Then the flame became a dying ember,
All at once, you weren't here.
Now my broken heart cries for you each night,
And it's almost like a song, but it's much too sad to write.
Now my broken heart cries for you each night,
And it's almost like a song, but it's much too sad to write,
It's much too sad to write.