Lorrie Morgan - Behind His Last Goodbye

With a gentle hand he sweeps a strand of hair back from my eyes
And sees me cry And with a tenderness he'll press his lips to mine and for a while
He holds me tight And oh he's careful not to close the door behind his last goodbye He leaves me breathless and he makes the woman in me come alive And I'm a fool who, who let's
him anytime and again don't ask me why While the moments turn to precious memories The questions go unanswered in my mind And thought he's careful,not to burn the bridge behind his last goodbye He wonders in and out my life through the shadows like a thief would
In the night Though he leaves but when he leaves He leaves more than just a woman satisfied And though he's careful, not to close the door behind his last goodbye He leaves me breathless and he makes the woman in me come alive And I'm a fool who, who
lets him anytime and again don't ask me why While the moments turn to precious memories The questions go unanswered in my mind And thought he's careful,not to burn the bridge behind his last goodbye With a gentle hand he sweeps a strand of hair back from my eyes
And sees me cry And with a tenderness he'll press his lips to mine And against my will he says goodbye