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