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How come we can't talk the way we used to do

Nothin' seems to be the same

Have we forgotten all the things we knew

Was it you or I who changed

We've got to find the answer

Let the secrets fly

Enough of telling stories and our well meaning lies

Things don't seem to be the same no matter how I try

There's no rhythm to the rain

Wind still whispers through the leaves on high

But they no longer sing your name

We've got to try to build what we had in the past

Tryin's half the battle if we lose it we can't last

Heard myself just say the things I could never say before

And listened to the rhythm of the rain

Wind just whispered through the leaves on high

And I though I heard them sing your name

We've got to find the answer

Let the secrets fly

Enough of telling stories and our well meaning lies

We've got to try to build what we had in the past

Tryin's half the battle if we lose it we can't last

Heard myself just say the things I could never say before

And listened to the rhythm of the rain

Wind just whispered through the leaves on high

And I though I heard them sing your name

And I though I heard them sing your name