Photograph
Moe Bandy · Rodeo Romeo (Columbia) [1981]
(Jimmy Anthony - Dearl Croft - Peggy White)
He's her strong and stable rock in times of trouble
Her arms reach out to hold him ev'ry night
She just can't let him go Lord knows she's tried it
And she knows that what she's doin' just ain't right.
She sleeps with him each night and then each mornin'
She talks with him about the comin' day
Then she gently lifts the corner of the pillow
Tucks him in and sadly turns away.
He's just a photograph she keeps beneath the pillow
With his leavin' life has dealt her so much pain
Now her dreams are bent and all her hopes are shattered
Like the glass that's missing from his picture frame.
She tried to take his empty hangers from the closet
She's tried hard to force her mind just to forget
She tried once more to throw away the roses
He once gave her but she just can't do it yet.
So tonight behind her bedroom door she'll wonder
If tomorrow she can face another day
Then her hand would find its way beneath the pillow
And her fingertips will gently touch his face.
He's just a photograph she keeps beneath the pillow
With his leavin' life has dealt her so much pain
Now her dreams are bent and all her hopes are shattered
Like the glass that's missing from his picture frame.
He's just a photograph she keeps beneath the pillow...
He's her strong and stable rock in times of trouble
Her arms reach out to hold him ev'ry night
She just can't let him go Lord knows she's tried it
And she knows that what she's doin' just ain't right.
She sleeps with him each night and then each mornin'
She talks with him about the comin' day
Then she gently lifts the corner of the pillow
Tucks him in and sadly turns away.
He's just a photograph she keeps beneath the pillow
With his leavin' life has dealt her so much pain
Now her dreams are bent and all her hopes are shattered
Like the glass that's missing from his picture frame.
She tried to take his empty hangers from the closet
She's tried hard to force her mind just to forget
She tried once more to throw away the roses
He once gave her but she just can't do it yet.
So tonight behind her bedroom door she'll wonder
If tomorrow she can face another day
Then her hand would find its way beneath the pillow
And her fingertips will gently touch his face.
He's just a photograph she keeps beneath the pillow
With his leavin' life has dealt her so much pain
Now her dreams are bent and all her hopes are shattered
Like the glass that's missing from his picture frame.
He's just a photograph she keeps beneath the pillow...