(Kent LaVoie)
I can't recall the color of her eyes
But I remember the way she said goodbye

I wouldn't know her voice now if she called
I hardly ever think of her at all


But sometimes if the moon is just right
I think of her in the middle of the night
And I remember things I swore that I'd forget

And then I drive her right out of my mind
Sometimes


I think maybe her hair was soft and brown
I do know that she turned my whole world upside down
Hey I don't need her any how

And I don't miss her too much now

Sometimes when things are perfect

I forget the way that we were
And sometimes a whole minute passes by
That I don't think of her