I reckon probly so.
He seems like someone you would like,
but I guess I'll never know.
I don't know just what brought me here
or why I feel that you're so near
when I hear his wistful song.
We never listened to this tune.
You never saw this lonely room.
but I can see you, plain as day
When The King starts to play
This melancholy ode to love
a woman he's been dreaming of
to me a kitchen 50's style
blinking lights and your young smile
in a house I've never known
but its me there
not yet grown
And you, with youth upon your face
take my hand in your embrace
and sweep me 'cross the shining floor
Is it possible...HOW is it possible
that you're not here anymore?
Yes, I think I know it now
I can't say when or why or how
but you'd have sang this song to me
You. And me. And Elvis Presley.