If today was not a crooked highway
If tonight was not a crooked trail
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time
Then lonesome would mean nothin' to you at all
Yes, and only if my own [bad word] love was waitin'
If I could hear her heart a-softly poundin'
Yes, and only if she was lyin' by me
And I'd lie in my bed once again

I can't see my reflection in the water
I can't speak the sounds to show no pain
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps 
Or remember the sounds of my own name

Yes and only if my own [bad word] love was waitin'
And if i could only hear her heart a-softly poundin'
Yes and only if she was layin' by me
And I'd lie in my bed once again

There's beauty in that silver singin' river
There's beauty in that rainbow in the sky
But none of these and nothin' else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my [bad word] loves eyes

Yes and only if my own [bad word] love was waitin'
If I could only hear her heart a-softly poundin'
Yes and only if she was layin' by me
And I'd lie in my bed once again