Every Time I Follow
Ron Sexsmith
In my drifting memory, there's a shooting star
It fell before me, so close and yet so far
Every now and then I wonder where you are
To quell my lonely and disillusioned heart
The blues are calling me, oh, every time I follow
A tearful memory, oh, every time I follow
In the midst of emptiness, you fill my heart
With love and music and tell me where to start
Every now and then, the clouds begin to part
And I see the beauty in song and shooting stars
The music's calling me, oh, every time I follow
I hear this melody, oh, every time I follow
The music's calling me, oh, every time I follow
I hear this melody, oh, every time I follow
Oh, every time I follow