Ron Sexsmith
"Everytime I Follow"

In my drifting memory
There's a shooting star
It fell before me
So close and yet so far

Every now and then
I wonder where you are
To quell my lonely
And disillusioned heart

The blues are calling me
Oh every time I follow
A tearful memory
Oh every time I follow

In the midst of emptiness
You fill my heart
With love and music
And tell me where to start

Every now and then
The clouds begin to part
And I see the beauty
In song and shooting stars

The music's calling me
Oh every time I follow
I hear this melody
Oh every time I follow

The music's calling me
Oh every time I follow
I hear this melody
Oh every time I follow

Oh every time I follow