This Time
Monday mornin’, I’m flyin’ into Denver
I left my suitcase back in L.A.
You know this time, I swear I saw it comin’
But I let it run over me anyway
Oh, this time
I’m gonna get you out of my mind
Time magazine, and a cup of Irish coffee
It doesn’t matter it’s ten a.m.
Thinkin’ back on all the times I fell for you
I will never let it happen again
Trapped in an airplane, I got nowhere to go but inside my head
And I keep findin’ you everywhere
There’s a hole in these jeans
Oh man we had a good time that day
Jumpin’ from ride cars at the fair
Oh this time
You know you hurt me for the last time
So go on and run, just don’t run my way
You’re not mine, I set you free
And I will move on, no lookin’ back
and no backward steps
And I will embrace what will be
© 2002, Kim Hood - all rights reserved