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