Lyrics
I can still hear your voice how you'd sing those songs
I still hear the way you used to sing certain songs
Hauntin' me in the records that I can't turn off
Memories of you persist in the music records that I can't stop playing
Sittin' here reminiscin' won't help me move on
Sitting here recalling the past won't help me move forward
Cause you'll still be gone
Because you are no longer present
Like Hank who only lives on in our memory
Comparing the absence to Hank, whose presence lives only in our memories
Like Johnny and June our love is history
Referencing Johnny and June, suggesting that the love shared is now part of history
We had somethin' so real, somethin' so right
We had something genuine and right, but you couldn't stay committed
You just couldn't walk the line
A reference to not being able to "walk the line," possibly indicating loyalty or commitment issues
As we sing our last note
As we reach the end of our musical journey together
You fade into a ghost
You become a fading memory or presence, like a ghost
Your old school soul would take me back in time
Your old-fashioned soul transported me to the past
Dancin' in the kitchen, everything felt right
Recalling joyful moments of dancing together in the kitchen
Without the fire in your eyes the world ain't as bright
The absence of your passionate gaze makes the world seem less vibrant
Walkin' through endless night
Navigating through a seemingly endless night, possibly a metaphor for loneliness
Like Hank who only lives on in our memory
Comparing to Hank, whose essence remains only in memories
Like Johnny and June our love is history
Referencing Johnny and June, reiterating that their love story is now history
We had somethin' so real, somethin' so right
Highlighting the authenticity and rightness of the past relationship
You just couldn't walk the line
Emphasizing the inability to maintain commitment, possibly leading to the separation
As we sing our last note
As we reach the end of our musical journey together
You fade into a ghost
You gradually become a fading memory or presence, like a ghost
Into a ghost
The repetition of fading into a ghost, emphasizing the theme of disappearance
I'll get older, things will change
Acknowledging the inevitability of aging and change
But I'll still be able to hit replay
Despite changes, the ability to replay memories remains
Like Hank who only lives on in our memory
Comparing to Hank, who lives on in memory
Like Johnny and June our love is history
Referencing Johnny and June, reinforcing that the love is now a part of the past
We had somethin' so real, somethin' so right
Stressing the authenticity and rightness of the past relationship
You just couldn't walk the line
Reiterating the inability to maintain commitment, possibly leading to the separation
As we sing our last note
As we reach the end of our musical journey together
As we sing our last note
As we conclude our musical performance together
You fade into a ghost
You gradually become a fading memory or presence, like a ghost
Into a ghost
The repetition of fading into a ghost, emphasizing the theme of disappearance
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