Cards

I know it's probably much too late
To play another round of Crazy Eights
But still see
You cutting the deck
I bet you're out there shooting the moon
With brand new legs
Probably running too
One day I'll
Play cards
With you soon

Saybrook Hill
Seems to be
Missing someone today
Every time that I stop by
At daylight oh no
And in the wee small hours
Of the night
Your memories comes clear and bright

This I know
You're never really far
When we hold
Your memories close to heart

I know it's probably much too late
To play another round of Crazy Eights
But still see you
Cutting the deck
I bet you're out there shooting the moon
With brand new legs
Probably running too
One day I'll
Play cards
Again with you

The humming sound from that scooter chair
It comes to mind
Every time Sinatra sings
And watching him smile
At the little ones
Never fails to give me wings

This I know
You're never really far
When we hold
Your memories close to heart

I know it's probably much too late
To play a final round of Crazy Eights
But still see
You cutting the deck
I bet you're out there shooting the moon
With brand new legs
Probably running too
One day I'll
Play cards
Again with you
Hmm