If today was not an endless highway   If tonight was not a crooked trail   If tomorrow wasn't such a long time   Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all      Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting   If I could hear his heart softly pounding   Yes, and only if he was lying by me   Would I lie in my bed once again?      I can't see my reflection in the waters   I can't speak the sounds that show no pain   I can't hear the echo of my footsteps   Or remember the sound of my own name      Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting   If I could hear his heart softly pounding   Yes, and only if he was lying by me   Would I lie in my bed once again?      There's beauty in that silver singing river   There's beauty in that sunrise in the sky   But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty   That I remember in my true love's eyes      Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting   If I could hear his heart softly pounding   Yes, and only if he was lying by me   Would I lie in my bed once again?