THE FINAL SCORE

Author: Kim Travis & Joyce Hemsley

Now and then I feel the chill,
the breeze against my skin.
It sends a shiver with the cold,
because of stories you have told.
I feel sometimes it's ten below.
Oh I know just how the stories go.
I gotta watch it. I know the steps.
One is the loneliest number,
two, can make it very cold,
three, and the story's told.
And by four, I'm out of that door.
It's over.

I walk awhile, I think of you,
and I feel so sad and blue,
my roses wither, they grow old.
I have lost that ring of gold.
Gone now is the love we shared,
but you will never ever know
the way I loved you so.
Last night I sobbed, I wept,
and then fell into slumber ~
dreamed until the dawn.
I say goodbye steps one to four,
this is step five; the final score.
It's over.