Michael W. Smith/ Ginny Owens
"March of 1981 is a time I will never forget. I was completely gone (for you Deb!)"
I see you smiling at me
And I fall into a daydream
Don`t know what all of this means
Oh, is it love?
Logic is slipping away
My heart`s on a runaway train
I`m gone, yes I`m gone, yes I`m gone and
It feels so right
Each time I look in your eyes
So glad you came into my life
Much more than an emotional high
Oh, this is love
I know that I`ve made up my mind
I`ll stay for the rest of my life