Lyrics

THE DAY ROY ORBISON DIED by Don Brody

I came home early one fine Wednesday morning
Something was waiting for me, there without warning
Something had happened, I couldn’t believe my eyes
I turned the knob and the front door, swung open
The closets were empty. Our picture was broken.
Either you’d packed up and left, or we’d been burglarized

Chorus
Ooh, that doesn’t matter to me
That’s just a bad memory
Woah, the day that you picked to leave, was the day, Roy Orbison died

I don’t think some things you ever get used to
I don’t think some things you’re really supposed to
I see your face every time that I turn out the light
But the song that was playing the first time I kissed you
Is the song that is playing tonight when I miss you
I don’t think some things are ever supposed to seem right
[return to Chorus]

My sister only had three 45 records and
she used to play them over and over
Until she had every note, every word memorized
And every time I hear “Only the Lonely”
And every time I hear “Oh, Pretty Woman”, Or “Crying”
I feel like he’s still alive [return to Chorus]