If You Had Called Yesterday
I’ll admit it got to me
Hearing your voice on the machine
It took all I had to just let you talk
And not pick up where we left off
Every night since your goodbye
I hit my knees and closed my eyes
And I pray that you’d come back
Too many tears washed out that bridge
You wanna cross, but baby, it’s too late for that
Last night would’ve been a different story
But the morning sun must’ve done something for me
Cause I bet I’d gone the other way
If you’d called yesterday
If you’d called yesterday
This victory runs bitter sweet
Through the heart and soul of me
But I sip my coffee and watch the sun rise
Makin’ its way to a bluer sky
Every night since your goodbye
I hit my knees and closed my eyes
And I prey that you’d come back
Too many tears washed out that bridge
You wanna cross, but baby, it’s too late for that
Last night would’ve been a different story
But the morning sun must’ve done something for me
Cause I bet I’d gone the other way
If you’d called yesterday
Last night would’ve been a different story
But the morning sun must’ve done something for me
Cause I bet I’d gone the other way
If you’d called yesterday
If you’d called yesterday
If you’d called yesterday
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