Vocals and instrumentation: Steve Swellander
Fiddle: Fred Masinter
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fiogf49gjkf0d Words and music copyright 1996 by Steve Swellander
Maybe our love is like driftwood,
Outcasts on the waves.
Maybe the currents have left us behind--
I hope that's not the case.
I may not be one for talking,
For saying just what I feel.
I may not find the ways to reach your heart,
You may not think my love is real.
Some people say I'm a loner,
They may say that I'm strong.
They may say I don't need anyone,
People are wrong.
I've known my share of loneliness,
You've had your share of it too.
Sometimes you're lonely here in my arms,
Sometimes I'm lonely with you.
Maybe our love was like driftwood
Lifted high on a wave.
Maybe we're leaves carried far on the wind,
Is this the measure of our days?
Sometimes you say I'm a loner,
Sometimes you say that I'm strong,
Sometimes you say that I don't need you,
Baby, you're wrong.
How can you know when you're cherished?
How can you know when you've been wronged?
What can you say to your children
When they ask you, what's going on?
We had our time in the summer
Our love arose like the spring,
When will this winter be over?
We must give time for all things.
You may think I'm a loner,
You may think that I'm strong,
You may think that I don't need anyone,
Baby, you're wrong.
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