Haunting Me

M.L. Kortes/S. Butler

I'm feeling high

The rain is falling

Another mile goes by

The wheels are rolling

To the empty sky

My heart is calling home

Though we said goodbye

I feel you with me

Tears fall from my eyes

Still they uplift me

Feel like I could fly

On memories alone

I can feel your fingertips

I still taste your tender lips

The fever never dips

It's haunting me

You left you mark

I can't erase it

I'd put out this spark

If I could trace it

Meet me in the park

We'll start a lost and found

In a little while

Or maybe never

Maybe you and I'll

End up together

The old rotary dial

Takes time to come around

In a little while

Or maybe never

Maybe you and I'll

End up together

The old rotary dial

Takes time to come around

I can feel your fingertips

I still taste your tender lips

The memory never slips

It's haunting me

I can feel your fingertips

I still taste your tender lips

The broken record skips

It's haunting me

c. Magda Lane Music/ASCAP