Words and music ℗ © Susan Weber, BMI.  All Rights Reserved.

The phone beside the bed I leave it on.
I’m always on
if you would call.
Remember when you said to move along.
I move along
and that is all.

Sometime in the night when you are free,
remember me,
hear me cry.

Roses in the glass the sight of you.
I sigh for you
and let you go.
The blush of summer lasts a day or two.
A day of you
is all I know.

Sometime in the night when you are free,
remember me,
hear me cry.

Pennies in my hand I use them well.
I used to tell you
who you are.
The one who kept on standing when I fell,
the way I fell
into your charm.

Sometime in the night when you are free,
remember me,
hear me cry.