Richard Marx

Written by Richard Marx

The tree you planted
Is still holdin' on
Leaves are turnin'
Like nothin's wrong
Oh, what freedom
To only need the rain

Been without you since May, ninety-four
Tricks of the mind make it feel like it's more
But I'm not special
It's the same for everyone

Hold on, baby
I'm comin' for you
I can hear your voice through the wine
Teach me how to turn the page
And show me how to shine

Times I wished I was already gone
Ain't no place I can leave when I want
But then I see their faces
And I'm frozen in my shame

Hold on, baby
I'm comin' for you
I can hear your voice through the wine
Teach me how to turn the page
And show me how to shine

Sometimes the sun shuts down the little I can see
I remember what it felt like to be me
All at once I know that nothin' is the same
All I'm left with is the pain

Hold on, baby
I'm comin' for ya
I can hear your voice through the wine
Teach me how to turn the page
And show me how to shine
How to shine, how to shine