LYRIC FOR SALE

By Christopher Paul

Mary wakes up in her bed all alone
Henry passed some time ago
She walks to the kitchen and turns on the stove
Wearing Henry's old, gray flannel robe

She stares at the pictures that hang on the wall
And wonders was she ever that young
Some days she doesn't remember at all
Most days she gets nothing done

Hold on to your your memories
They're better than dreams
Nothing is ever as good as it seems
Don't let the sun catch you turning away
Don't let a day pass you by

Joe had a girl, he once was in love
She said she loved somebody else
Every night he comes home from his tired, old job
And sits in the dark by himself

He remembers her smile and the way she would laugh
Every time he looked in her eyes
Some nights he stays up and watches TV
Most nights he lies there and cries

Hold on to your memories
They're better than dreams
Nothing is ever as good as it seems
Don't let the sun catch you turning away
Don't let a day pass you by

Grace holds her baby, cradled and warm
As she ponders the end of the day
While her daughter lay dreaming, safe in her arms
Millions of miles away

Hold on to your memories
They're better than dreams
Nothing is ever as good as it seems
Don't let the sun catch you turning away
Don't let a day pass you by

So hold on to your memories
They're better than dreams
Nothing is ever as good as it seems
Don't let the sun catch you turning away
Don't let a day pass you by
Don't let a day pass you by