It’s not that I don’t love you.
It’s not like my eyes don’t see.
I wouldn’t put anyone else above you.
It’s just some things aren’t meant to be.
Like snow in Texas in July,
Like getting answers to the question why,
Like getting lucky on the lottery,
Some things aren’t meant to be.
Our love could climb that mountain.
We could do it easily.
We would reach the summit it’s certain.
It’s just some things aren’t meant to be.
Like snow in Texas in July,
Like getting answers to the question why,
Like getting lucky on the lottery,
Some things aren’t meant to be.
So baby, let go of my hand now.
Walk away; turn your back to me.
We won’t cry; we’ll show the world how
We take it when it’s not meant to be.
‘Cause baby, some things aren’t meant to be.
August 2004
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