maybe you weren't at my window last night when i thought i heard your voice
maybe you forgot to say what i needed to hear
but i always told you, i don't believe in maybe's
but i am sure i felt you last night, felt your hand on my back, pushing me forward
you say i 'got what it takes' but 'what it takes' sent me out here where i can't hear you anymore
i'll send a postcard to Fair Haven for you
it will show me, standing on the side of the road with a cigareete and holding a big sign that says maybe.
i'll sign the back
i'll write 'wish you were here'
