Yes: A Song

Sometimes the memories of we

remind me why I had to leave.

And sometimes, they chop like an axe,

leaving me with just one thing I have to ask:

What do I do with all the times

I laid there with you, and called you mine?

What do I do with all the places

I will only and always see your face?

All the times my soul cried out:

"Yes! Yes! You're finally the one.

Yes! Yes! The race has been won.

I've searched all my life, just to find you."

Because now you're gone, so 

what, what do I do? 

Guess I say yes.

Been drinkin' a lot these days

just tryin' to cope with the rage,

and writing for reasons I can't understand

songs about how I'm still holding your hand.

So, what do I do when I reach for your hand

and find that my hand has nowhere to land?

And what do I do with a soul that won't stop

making me see you and making me drop

to my bare knees and say

"Yes! Yes! You're finally the one.

Yes! Yes! The race has been won.

I've searched all my life, just to find you."

Because now you're gone, so 

what, what do I do? 

Guess I say yes.

I don't know where on earth you are,

and I don't think you took it this hard,

and you were always stronger than me,

but right now I've never felt so weak.

I saw your face in the mirror last week

in your cotton nightgown, just staring at me.

I turned to say, "Baby, come on, gimme a kiss,"

and in half a split second, you turned into mist.

So what do I do when I'm haunted by you

and see pieces of you in all that I do?

What do I do with a soul wracked with pain

and remembers beauty when it sees your face

in my dreams and says

"Yes! Yes! You're finally the one.

Yes! Yes! The race has been won.

I've searched all my life, just to find you."

Because now you're gone, so 

what, what do I do? 

Guess I say yes.