I have your pictures to look at
And a memory that helps me when I'm blue
I play those old records that we used to dance to
But these things can't take the place of you
I need me two arms more to hold me
Warm and tender lips that I can touch (yes, I do)
I play my game, but it's not the same
Sometimes a memory just ain't enough
The thoughts of you help me keep up my mind together
And though it doesn't always help, it's true
Just remembering, darlin', that one time you really loved me
It helps to ease the pain of losing you
I need me two arms more to hold me
Warm and tender lips that I can touch
Yes, I play my game, but it's not the same
Sometimes a memory just ain't enough
Sometimes a memory just ain't enough
