See all the rain on the street
The way the cars shine
And the scotch that she drinks
With her lips so fine
And her shoulders go weak
As she closes her eyes
Oh my God, when she was mine

See how she moves through the door
How she loses her keys
How she loses her cool
Watching blackbirds scatter through the trees
How she flips from the back to the front
Reading magazines
Oh my God, I miss those things

And it's a hard way to fall
And this ain't the easy way down
It's a hard thing to love anyone, anyhow

So if it's gotta be you
Treat her nice
Hold her hand
And tell her twice
That she doesn't have to worry
And it'll be alright
It's alright this time
It's alright this time

See her smiling at him
That used to be me
I could find her in a thunderstorm
Just by the way that the rain would fall
And we used to be something
But somethin' happened to me
Oh my God, when I was free

And it's a hard way to fall
And this ain't the easy way down
And it's a hard thing to love anyone, anyhow

And it's a hard way to fall
And this ain't the easy way down
And it's a hard thing to love anyone, anyhow