Track 18 – . . . like a phantom limb

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. . . like a phantom limb (4:07)

i often wonder “what might have been” . . . if we could just somehow . . . begin again

i drift back to days that we once knew

to a time and a friendship that i wish we could redo

on cold days, our breaths made circles in the air

as i sang “For Emily” and “Scarborough Fair”

when our feelings for “us” began to gather and grow

like soft evening shadows embracing the snow

each day had no plan we just lived on “fun”

in worship and awe of what we’d begun

in worship and awe of what we’d begun

i often wonder “what might have been” . . . if we could just somehow . . . begin again

long talks, hop skipping, and pink evening swings

“Joy” was our sky . . . and “Love” was our wings.

we couldn’t wait to be together each day

“Life” was our stage and “Time” was our play

there were so many new feelings that we didn’t understand

as “Hope” carried us off in the palm of Her hand.

we let out our kite strings and flew so high

but the knots that we made . . . God just couldn’t untie

so we quietly melted like snow in the sun

and our dreams just skipped away to where they’d first begun

back to two different dreams instead of one

when dreams come to an end . . .  tell me . . . what happens then?

i often wonder “what might have been” . . . if we could just somehow . . . begin again

a part of me is missing . . . that i can’t renew . . . but like a phantom limb

I . . . can . . . still . . . feel . . . you

I . . . can . . . still . . . feel . . . you

i often wonder “what might have been” . . . if we could just somehow . . . begin again