Maybe I won't find any old love letters
Maybe I won't wish you'd come down the hall
Maybe my picture frames won't look so empty
I have to take them down off the wall
Maybe the rain will come after I'm sleeping
Maybe in the dreams I won't feel this pain
Maybe I'll find my way back to morning
Without hearing whispers of your name
Maybe I'll find some things to keep my mind busy
Maybe I'll sell this car, sell this old ring
Maybe that'll be enough to finally convince me
That you're not here and I really don't have anything
Maybe I'll try, try to get out some
Maybe our favorite places still feel the same
Maybe when I sit alone at our old table
I won't hear whispers of your name
I won't hear whispers of your name