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