Wistful Reflections: Holding onto Love in My Mind

And maybe it’s all in my head Maybe I’ve been blind She ain’t never coming back Can’t seem to figure out why Oh my, oh no I still see you at the same damn bar Next Saturday night Your friends look at my way With a laugh and a smile You’re dancing enough With some other guy But I ain’t worried about a thing I know that he ain’t your type At closing time When the dark turns a light I’m the only one who knows how to treat her right And that’s why Oh my, she’s still mine in my mind