Twenty years flashes through her memory 'Clock stopped at a quarter 'til four Broken home, broken heart, broken dishes.... Life in pieces...all over the floor The only word that comes to mind is...Why? There's gotta be a thousand ways to cry He's reflecting in a motel mirror 'Tells himself, he's not in denial But he bares his soul to a brand new bottle 'Pulls up a chair....says "think I'll stay a while"! Where he'll spend the weekend....getting high There's gotta be a thousand ways to cry Dance Captain..Miss cheerleader.... All everything of her high school Now she sits alone in the commons corner 'Doesn't speak unless she's spoken to..... 'Ask her what's the matter...and she'll lie There's gotta be a thousand ways to cry Grand slam!! Rounding the bases Senior night...His last game at home When he sees two familiar faces.... Holding hands! Cheering him on! An answered prayer falls from his smiling eyes There's gotta be a thousand ways to cry! Protected by copyright All rights reserved