Hope Against Hope - Rosanne Cash

It’s all coming back to me now

But try as I have to keep

The taste of you off of my tongue

Your face from my fitful sleep

And I wait and hope against hope like before

And I wait and hope that I won’t anymore

This won’t stop till I do

Until I learn to kill the thought

Of everything I could have said

Of everything I wished I had not

And I wait, hope against hope like before

And I wait, hope that I won’t anymore

Show rises up from the street

And a crowd rises up to its feet

I followed blind after you

I might know better, if I’d ever wanted to

The paint in here is still not dry

And I can smell it from the door

It covers every mark you made

From counting days or keeping score

And I wait, hope against hope like before

And I wait and hope that I won’t anymore

And I wait, hope against hope like before

And I wait, hope that I won’t anymore