Tác giả: Anne Murray
Railroad station, midnight trains. Lonely airports in the rain. And somebody stands there with tears in their eyes. It's the same old scene, time after time. That's the trouble with all mankind somebody's always sayin'.
I cried a tear. You wiped it dry. I was confused. You cleared my mind. I sold my soul. You bought it back for me. And held me up and gave me dignity. Somehow you needed me. Chorus. You gave me strength. To stand alone.