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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joe Jordan
Joe Jordan
Songwriter
Bronson Arroyo
Bronson Arroyo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Liggett
Mark Liggett
Producer
Jerry Lane
Jerry Lane
Producer

Lyrics

It's just a Thursday
I thought of you
It's an awful strange thing what a memory can do
It's just a tree
Brown and green
But it spoke to me rustling leaves in the breeze
Wherever you are
Wherever you've gone
It don't feel fair to me
But hell who am I
I heard your old song
The words all felt wrong
I broke three of my knuckles
On the dining room wall
Oooooh
Well I laughed cause I knew
You'd laugh with me too
Maybe gone ain't so far
And neither are you
Maybe gone ain't so far
Neither are you
It's just a Friday
You came to mind
Ain't it funny how you surface at the strangest of times
It's just the snow
And it's painting the roads
But it's heavier than ever, why I don't know
Wherever you are
Wherever you've gone
It don't feel fair to me
But hell who am I
I heard your old song
The words all felt wrong
I broke three of my knuckles
On the dining room wall
Ooooh
I laughed cause I knew
You would laugh with me too
Maybe gone ain't so far
And neither are you
Maybe gone ain't so far
Neither are you
Well maybe one day one Sunday
Will come pass me by
I'll realize on a Monday
You never came to mind
The peace of your passing feels something divine
Maybe gone ain't so far and I ain't far behind
Maybe gone ain't so far and I ain't far behind
Written by: Bronson Arroyo, Joe Jordan
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