If I had a reason I'd tell you what it is,

Must I explain how I feel

I've tried and I've tried to make it so clear

But my time is just wasted I fear



Well it's only an old song but it serves it's purpose so well

By the cry in your voice Im can tell

When you sing there's a feeling behind the words

That brings it all back again



I'm reaching, I'm reaching, while you slip away

I'm searching for words I can say

I'm listening, I'm listening, tryin' not to hear

You say that we might met one day



There's a picture that's faded and curling from it's frame

Of a face that smiles patiently,

It might smile forever to make me feel better

But I might just bust it and see.



Oh I'm reaching, I'm reaching while you slip away,

I'm searching for words I can't say.

I'm listening, I'm listening tryin' not to hear

You say that we might meet some day



There's answers to questions that we both wanna know

But those answers keep evading me

There's rhymes and there's reasons,

There's rights and there's wrongs

For being what you are to me.



If I had a a reason I'd tell you what it is

Would you do the same thing for ne?

"Cause the minute you go there's one thing I know,

That day will mean nothing to me.