One morning not long after spring I see her standing hands in her pockets A smell like a suttle brush sweep. I sit alone in my mind Just like another another thousand times But shes outa my league, she outs my It easier to turn and walk away I close my eyes my mind begins to fray And in letting you go I'll face the road alone While denying to myself im in love with you The sun never rose The sun never rose The sun never rose, on our day.