He remembers the night like it was yesterday   No, I wasn’t there but I heard him say,   That it was real and it was true   Now when I close my eyes I can be there, too      Red flowers swaying on the white curtains,   Blowing in the kitchen window   New Orleans in the summertime,   Etta James singing on the radio   Slow dancing on a checkerboard floor   Built from memories of long ago    And there when I close my eyes      I remember my mother lying on my bed   Holding me close, she always said   That it was real and it was true   Now when I close my eyes I can be there, too      Red flowers swaying on the white curtains,   Blowing in the kitchen window   New Orleans in the summertime,   Etta James singing on the radio   Slow dancing on a checkerboard floor   Built from memories of long ago    And there when I close my eyes      And if I’m only dreaming   If he just wants me to leave him   If all of it’s real   Well, that won’t change how I feel   Cause I know that your trust is a choice   And I know, I know, I can tell from his voice   I can roar, I can fight   Still, I’ll always be haunted by      Red flowers swaying on the white curtains,   Blowing in the kitchen window   New Orleans in the summertime,   Etta James singing on the radio   Slow dancing on a checkerboard floor   Built from memories of long ago    And there when I close my eyes      Someday   When I close my eyes