Aching Heart

Sunday morning I can't get out of bed No music in the kitchen but I hear it in my head You took the old piano that used to play our song You left me with a broken heart, where did we go wrong And you'll go your way And I'll go my way We'll go our way this time I've got an aching-heart There's a hole right through the middle And I can't explain how it hurts me missing you I've got an aching-heart I'm losing myself over you, over you Lost in memory It gets me through the day Like the time you picked me wild flowers from the side of the highway The night you brought me dancing beneath that prairie sky We fell into each others arms and watched the night go by And now you go your way And I'll go my way And we'll go our way this time And I know that as the days get cold you won't be by my side It's so hard to let you go , Over you Sunday morning I can't get out of bed No music in the kitchen but I hear it in my head, in my head