Pages

Pages - Willie Nelson (威利·纳尔逊)

Last evening I turned by

The pages of time

And tore out the chapters

When you were mine

I attempted to cut out

The memories of you

And paste in some new ones

Far better and true true

I searched through the chapters

Referring to hearts

For the one with the caption

Till death do us part

I ripped at each letter

And I tore at each word

I screamed at your memory

And nobody heard nobody heard

But your memory's determined

And chances are few

Of my ever finding

A replacement for you

It desperately clings

To the floor of my mind

And fights for its place

In the pages of time