I see you in the grain of the wood,
That was our front door

Once,.. Sometimes,...
turns out to be the only "once" you get

I hear you in the storms,
when lightning strikes and rolls over, and away
In every drop of rain on the window
we used to make love beneath
Another life ago,

Here in this version of that life
I still catch glimpses
little hints, teasing the edge of my vision
or I swear I may have almost heard my name
the voice so close, was it, could it have been
but no, just the chimes blowing outside that window

So like your voice,... only,... different
only the wind