When I hear your name on the street or in a crowd
I recall those days but I don't turn around
I don't search for your face like I used to do
But when I hear your name, I still think of you

Sometimes late at night in the moments before sleep
You rush into my mind in a flood of memories
I love the one I'm with, Lord knows, I do
But sometimes late at night, I still think of you

The night you left me I
Stumbled 'round and wondered why -
The man I was couldn't figure it out
But I've been free and clear of my old haze
For three years and fourteen days
Girl, you wouldn't know me now

When I bring her a rose and she comes to kiss me
When I pull her close she don't smell the whiskey
She'll never know first hand what I put you through
So when I bring her a rose I still think of you

Sometimes I think she knows I still think of you