Hem of Her Dress

So here we go again
 I know how this one ends
 It's a phone call from someplace far away
 You say you've found yourself
 Oh, in someone else
 And she makes you forget about the rain
 Her eyes are a golden hue
 And everything you knew
 Slips away at the hem of her dress
 As I was passing by that old mountainside
 It turned to dust at my feet
 So I am incomplete
 So loud, and so discreet
 You tried to pinpoint me
 I guess that was your mistake
 Too much whiskey
 Too much honey, too much wine
 I learned some things never heal with time
 And I've been waitin' here
 Feels like a million years
 And I'm a photograph that you forgot you took
 But I remember spring
 I remember everything
 Oh, I guess that's the way it goes
 (Here we go!)
 La-da-da-da-da-da
 La-da-da-da-da-da
 La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da