Track byBing Crosby/The Foursome
Squier When I see your face in the mirrors of my eyes it makes me wonder why I let you go Cause the memory pain cools me down inside it's a feeling that I hope you'll never know Every boy is on his own in these uneasy times I'll sing a song that rhymes with all my feelings How can I be sure that what I'm livin' ain't a lie Lord I'm gonna try to understand Girl I miss ya now, my heart inside just cries My feelings I despise down to my frame But it seems the way my life's been meant to be I sure do hope you see you're not to blame Every boy must choose between his comforts and the road Stop and take the load upon his shoulders How can I be sure that what I'm livin' ain't a lie Lord I'm gonna try to understand Mmm, yes I will When I see your face in the mirrors of my eyes it makes me wonder why I let you go Cause the memory pain cools me down inside It's a feeling that I hope you'll never know Every boy is on his own in these uneasy times I'll sing a song that rhymes with all my feelings How can I be sure that what I'm livin' ain't a lie Lord I'm gonna try to understand