Words and Music by Jeff Cook



I remember walking through flowers in a garden of a mem'ry I'm thinkin' of.

I remember being in heaven, some other place, someother time, some other love.



I remember walking on silver sand with a mid summer moon shining above.

And I remember the taste of her sweet lips, some other place, some other

time, some other love.



I remember holding her close to me.

And I can picture the nights we shared alone.

When I'm dreaming, it all seems so real to me.

Then I wake up and find it's all done.



Tomorrow I may be holding another girl, but tonight she's not the one I'm thinkin' of.

Could it be my life would just be a mem'ry of some other place, some other

time, some other love; of some other place, some other time, some other love;

of some other place, some other time, some other love?