Layin' about, lyin' in bedMaybe it was something that I thought I'd saidWith the tempo of today and the temptation of
tomorrowI don't know if I could give you anything but sorrowThey stay alive this late on Radio FiveBut the pen that I write
with won't tell the truth'Cause the moments that I can't recallAre the moments that you treasureBetter take another measure
for measureLosing you is just a memoryMemories don't mean that much to meLosing you is just a memoryMemories don't mean th
at much to meNow you're here, I'm here tooCould be this easy for me and youLosing you is just a memoryMemories don't mean
that much to meLosing you is just a memoryMemories don't mean that much to meLyin' about layin' in bedMaybe it was someth
ing that I thought I'd said