From the recording Still a Little Summer Left
Lyrics
1. She had a smile that was soft and sincere
Lit up the room when the lights disappeared
I fell in love with the song of her voice
I say I fell- I did NOT have a choice
Iʼm calling Amy... Can you blame me?
Iʼm calling Amy... Can you blame me?
2. She was a whirlwind and I was a mess
Eight on the Richter; a ten in a dress
Memories are fleeting and just out of reach
Candles, tequila, and sex on the beach
Iʼm calling Amy... Can you blame me?
Iʼm calling Amy... Can you blame me?
Amy...
3. Somehow we lost our perspective and dreams
Fell through the cracks; pulled apart at the seams
Wheels off the wagon, but hands on the wheel
Wake in a ditch- thatʼs just part of the deal
Iʼm calling Amy... Can you blame me?
Iʼm calling Amy... Can you blame me?
Iʼm calling Amy... Can you blame me?
Iʼm calling Amy... Can you blame me?