Fourteen Minutes Old
Just how much I miss her being gone
And I'm already wishing she was close enough to hold
And her memory's only fourteen minutes old
Some big old tears just fell from my blue eyes
And I guess they must have been there all along
There's still some coffee in her cup and it's not even cold
And her memory's only fourteen minutes old
Well every passing minute makes me want her
Right back in my arms where she belongs
And I'm already missing times when she was mine to hold
And her memory's only fifteen minutes old
Some big old tears just fell from my blue eyes
And I guess they must have been there all along
There's still some coffee in her cup and it's not even cold
And her memory's only fifteen minutes old
And her memory's only sixteen minutes old
And the coffee in her cup's not even cold
Writer/s: A.L. Owens / Dennis Knutson