Richard Marx

The tree you planted
Is still holding on
Leaves are turning
Like nothing's wrong
Oh, what freedom
To only need the rain
Been without since May, ninety-four
Tricks of the mind make it feel like it's more
But I'm not special
It's the same for everyone
Chorus
Hold on, baby
I'm coming for you
I can hear your voice through the wine
Teach me how to turn the page