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.