Behind His Last Goodbye

With a gentle hand he sweeps a strand of hair back from my eyes

And sees me cry

And with a tenderness, he'll press his lips to mine

And for a while he holds me tight

And oh, he's careful not to close the door behind his last goodbye

He leaves me breathless and he makes the woman in me come alive

And I'm a fool who, who lets him in time and again, don't ask me why

While the moments turn to precious memories

The questions go unanswered in my mind

And though he's careful not to burn the bridge behind his last goodbye

He wanders in and out my life

Through the shadows like a thief would in the night

Though he leaves but when he leaves, he leaves more than just a woman satisfied

And though he's careful not to close the door behind his last goodbye

He leaves me breathless and he makes the woman in me come alive

And I'm a fool who, who lets him in time and again, don't ask me why

While the moments turn to precious memories

The questions go unanswered in my mind

And though he's careful not to burn the bridge behind his last goodbye

With a gentle hand he sweeps a strand of hair back from my eyes

And sees me cry

And with a tenderness he'll press his lips to mine

And against my will he says goodbye