Michael W. Smith Ginny Owens



";March of 1981 is a time I will never forget. I was completely gone (for you Deb!)";







I see you smiling at me

And I fall into a daydream

Don't know what all of this means

Oh, is it love?

Logic is slipping away

My heart's on a runaway train





I'm gone, yes I'm gone, yes I'm gone and

It feels so right



Each time I look in your eyes

So glad you came into my life

Much more than an emotional high

Oh, this is love

I know that I've made up my mind

I'll stay for the rest of my life