If today was not an endless highway,
If tonight was not a crooked trail,
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time,
Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all.

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

There's beauty in that silver singin' river,
There's beauty in that sunrise in the sky,
None of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I knew inside of my [bad word] love's eyes.

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

I can't see my reflection in the waters,
I can't speak the sounds that show no pain,
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps,
Or remember the sound of my own name.

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