Curtain in the Window - Ray Price

These lyin' lips said, they’d forget

Those same lovin' arms that I miss

This foolish heart that let me part

From those sweet, tender lips, I long to kiss

I hear the ticking of the clock, as it begged me then to stop

Each picture on the wall seemed to cry

And that old rusty gate, I can hear it beg me, wait

While the curtain in the window waves goodbye

Turn around

In memory, I still can see

Two arms, that once held me tight

Oh, how I miss a tender kiss

From those lovin' lips that I kissed goodbye

I hear the ticking of the clock, as it begged me then to stop

Each picture on the wall seemed to cry

And that old rusty gate, I can hear it beg me, wait

While the curtain in the window waves goodbye

While the curtain in the window waves goodbye