Cobalt Fundamental - Thomas Brett

I was caught up in your brown eyes Looking up at the blue skies Really made me realize They don't make 'em quite like you Cinnamon skin in the sunshine Stop time in the moonlight Really made me feel like Like I could fall for you Then one day you were just gone And I've been wondering for so long Oh was it your heart or mine? Was it just the wrong time? Gabrielle We never got very far But girl wherever you are I wish you well Gabrielle You were picking flowers on a side road Leaning back on a fence post Couldn't help but notice You were wanting something more I was staring off in the distance Blinked twice and I missed it Can we just rewind it like it was before? And I woke up and you were gone And I've been wondering for so long Oh was it your heart or mine? Was it just the wrong time? Gabrielle We never got very far But girl wherever you are I wish you well Oh! Gabrielle And the miles they fly by 'Til you land back home again And do you ever wonder What we might have been? I can still see you standing there Sun shining behind your dress Your silhouette Hm! So perfect Take me back there Take me back there Oh was it your heart or mine? Was it just the wrong time? Gabrielle We never got very far But girl wherever you are I wish you well Oh! Gabrielle Oh! Gabrielle Oh was it just the wrong time? Gabrielle

I work down at Ashberry Hills Minimum wage, but it pays the bills Cleaning floors and leading hymns on Sunday Katherine Davis, room 303 Sweetest soul you ever could meet I bring her morning coffee everyday She calls me Raymond She thinks I'm her son Tells me get washed up for supper Before your daddy gets home She goes on about the weather How she can't believe it's already 1943 She calls me Raymond, and that's all right by me She talks about clothes on the line in the summer air Christmas morning and Thanksgiving prayer Stories of a family that I never had When she calls me Raymond She thinks I'm her son Tells me get washed up for supper Before your daddy gets home She goes on about the weather How she can't believe it's already 1943 She calls me Raymond, and that's all right by me There's a small white cross in Arlington Reads Raymond Davis '71 Until she can see his face again I'm gonna fill in the best I can When she calls me Raymond She thinks I'm her son Tells me get washed up for supper Before your daddy gets home She goes on about the weather How she can't believe it's already 1943 She calls me Raymond, and that's all right by me She calls me Raymond, and that's all right by me