Written by Doug Alan Wilcox & Ann Culey and  based on the poem, “Solitary” by Ann Culey 

Lyrics

I drove by your house this evening Headlights bouncing off of granite stone Gave me pause and forced me to remember How hard it is to be alone
I swear I can still smell your perfume
A certain hairstyle stops me in my track
Just what I wouldn’t give to turn time around And have you back
You’re just a whisper on the wind, a whisper on the wind Your breath upon my skin is just a memory
You are not here for me to see
A sharply-drawn vision of love lost These recollections come at such a cost
You’re just a whisper on the wind, a whisper on the wind Your breath upon my skin is just a memory
You are not here for me to see
I drove by your house this evening Shadows passing over cold, cold stone I wish that I’d not have to be reminded How hard it is to be alone

copyright Doug Alan Wilcox / Ann Culey / Wednesday Morning Records