Tag: David Ball

When the thought of you catches up with me

It can happen any momentWithout reason or rhymeIt might be right around the cornerOr it’ll come up from behindA picture that I thought would fadeI still clearly seeWhen the thought of youCatches up with me It can happen on a Sunday driveThe sky above a shade of blueHeaded down some lonesome highwayThen you come into viewMile after mile goes byBut…