Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
A cabin in the city
A penthouse on the plains
A castle in the desert wouldn't seem so strange
If you were mine just like old times
Studying the pictures
Savoring the cards
Pouring over letters wouldn't be so hard
If you were mine just like old times
I'd see the sunset as another dawn
Find my passion suddenly reborn
With a strength and will to carry on
That I'd given up for gone
I'd trade the rain
For skies of blue
Possibilities and dreams come true
If you were mine just like old times