in memory of cheryl calvert

in memory of cheryl lorick

This simple page is dedicated to the memory of Cheryl Ann Lorick, my first love.

I will forever miss the person you might have become,

and forever regret I was unable to help you become that person.

Well baby, there I stand
With my head down in my hands
Oh my God, I can't believe it's happening again
My baby's gone, and I'm all alone,
and it looks like the end.

And I'm back out on the street.
And I'm tryin' to remember.
How will I start it over?
I don't know if I can.
I don't care much for a stranger's touch,
But I can't hold your hand.
I never thought I'd feel alone this far down the line
And I know what's been on your mind
You're afraid it's all been wasted time.

The autumn leaves have got me thinking
about that first time that I fell
I didn't love the girl too much,
I just loved the girl too well,

So I'd live from day to day,
and I'd dream about tomorrow,
And the hours went by like minutes
and the shadows come to stay
So I'd take a little something to make them go away

And I could have done so many things, baby
If I could only stop my mind
from wondering what I left behind
and from worrying about this wasted time

Another love has come and gone
and the years keep rushing on
I remember what you told me,
before you went out on your own:
"Sometimes to keep it together, we got to leave it alone."

So you can get on with your search, baby,
and I can get on with mine,
And maybe someday we will find,
that it wasn't really wasted time...

October 2, 2003