8x10 - Bill Anderson

All that’s left of

Our old love now is

Just your picture, 8×10

(A souvenir of things

That might have been

My lonely world is

Only 8×10)

(8×10, 8×10)

I remember the night

You gave me this picture

I ought to, I’ve relived

It so many times

I remember how I couldn’t

Wait to get home and

Put it in a frame

And tell everybody

That you were mine

Because you were mine

At least until someone else

Came along and took you off

Out of my sight

It’s a good thing you did

Leave me your picture to hold

Because now, I can cry

On your shoulder every night

(8×10, 8×10)

(My lonely world

Is only 8×10)

It’s awful to be jealous

Of an old picture frame

But I’m jealous of anything

That’s close to you

And that picture frame

Seems to be holding

You pretty tight

That looks like more

Than I’ll ever do

I wish that I could just

Be the glass in that frame

And be so close to the

Lips that I love

I am glad that I’ve at least

Got your picture to hold

But sometimes, it’s just

Not enough

(8×10, 8×10)

(My lonely world

Is only 8×10)