From the recording .
The house was never warm enough right after her husband died
She would walk around in her coat all day thru the emptiness inside
Just a couple months ago he was standing right over there
But he had blown away like the cottonwood and she didn’t know to where.
He had always been the one to handle their affairs
But now that was all up to her if she could just get down the stairs
So she was putting papers into piles all across the basement floor
When she noticed some old cardboard box she didn’t remember from before
Full of cocktail napkins and paper scraps, and it did not take her long
To realize that there inside were his unfinished songs.
He had always wanted to be a songwriter, but it was a distant dream
Oh he would play for her if he finished one, but they were few and far between.
Looking now at this box so full, had she been that out of touch
To know that he was writing with no idea how much?
But she remembered now he once told her how their position would be strong
If he could only get fifty cent for each unfinished song.
In a verse about a lonesome walk, she heard footsteps out on the deck
In a line about his trembling breath, she could feel it down her neck
She could hear his voice and touch his skin and she was almost sure
When she read the words “Forever Love” he forever was with her
Oh his mind could go from place to place and he could leave his songs undone
Never would become a star but he had been her morning sun
And they say that it’s a good idea to finish what you start
But there was something in those unfinished songs that got into her heart
He had left her on a winter night but it would not be so wrong
To say that he come back to her in those unfinished songs.
Life goes on and so does she, it’s a little struggle every day
But the world is little struggles and she’s okay, okay
She remembers him thru her photobooks and his letters in the drawer
And his suit still in the closet and his shoes there on the floor
But it goes beyond remembering, it’s like he isn’t even gone
Every time she opens up that box of his unfinished songs.