June Carter Cash

June Carter Cash's voice
 Was in my dreams
 I was listening to a tape
 That you made for me
 When my heart got so tight
 I thought I might die
 We cannot return to Sundays down the street
 That's okay, we're where we ought to be
 But oh, how the time carried us by
 While all the truths that we've told
 Have gone silent or grown old
 June Carter and John have flown
 Soon I'll let you let me go
 Still, June Carter Cash's
 Voice haunts my dreams
 Since listening to a tape
 That you made for me
 My heart stretched so tight
 I thought I might die