A cabin in the city A penthouse on the plains A castle in the desert wouldn’t seem so strange If you were mine just like old times Studying the pictures Savoring the cards Pouring over letters wouldn’t be so hard If you were mine just like old times I’d see the sunset as another dawn Find my passion suddenly reborn With a strength and will to carry on That I’d given up for gone I’d trade the rain For skies of blue Possibilities and dreams come true If you were mine just like old times